Assassin Harry Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She kissed both my cheeks lovingly, and walked away. I exhaled heavily walking into my room. I stopped in my tracks when I saw aris seated on my couch. "What are you doing here, in my room." I asked him shocked, closing my room door behind me. "That wasn't the welcome or I miss you that I was expecting. But anyway, I will go straight to the point." He stands up from the couch, both his hand in his pocket, "So princesses Safiya... I was just wondering, when you are planning on telling me, that you are an assassin... Sent by the king to kill me?." The shopping bag in my hand falls to the ground, he knows!.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

Keira’s POV I didn’t bother getting dressed after rising from the chair. The assassin’s eyes danced over my naked body while he put on his clothes. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine him still driving his cock into me. As I felt my wetness gathering between my legs again, I forced myself to stop. “Bye,” the assassin said once he was fully dressed. The light suddenly caught his face as he turned, and for a moment, I saw a glint in his eyes that was very familiar. At that point, I could have sworn that I knew him somewhere.

I am not done asking him so he can't die yet. I stand up from sitting on the man's back when I am sure that he is already unconscious. Suddenly, my landline rang in the living room so I left the man lying on the floor and without haste, I walked into my house to answer the phone. He is unconscious so he can't escape from me. "Hello, Shanra? How are you?" the person on the other line immediately asked me even though I still didn't say 'hello' to him. "Are you checking if I'm still alive?" I quickly answered the man. The man I'm talking to is Henry. one of the BAS assassins and the person that envies me the most. He is the top one of those people who felt annoyed by my presence.

Harry takes my hand as he gently squeezes it before he plants his lips on my knuckles, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry America. I didn’t want to leave you. It wasn’t what I wanted.” I cried like a child as my tears kept coming out from my eyes and wetting both my cheeks. Quickly, he wiped my tears with his fingers as he continued to say, “If I only knew how to go back, I would have done it even if I’d risk my life. I would have done it without doubts but I didn’t know what to do because I woke up forgetting everything. I'm so sorry America.” Harry pulls me in again and gives me another hug, “I was stabbed that day.” He confesses as he whispers in my ear. “Diana stabbed me because if she didn’t do i

the assassin lowers his gun and walks over to me. He wraps his arm around me and digs his finger into the wound in my shoulder. I lower my shoulder, trying to get away from him. "Get your filthy hands off of me," I snap at him. "Oh no, Lo," the assassin says as he pulls me in under his arm. "We have all agreed that we will have some fun with you before your time is up."

He removed his long coat. I took a step forward, gripping the table. Assassin placed his long coat over my shoulders. He picked me up, "Thank you, Assassin," Tears welled down my eyes. I glanced at Duante through the corners of my eyes. He grabbed the wooden chair. He arched his arm in full anger and annoyance grasping the chair. Assassin turned into the hallway. I heard a loud noise shattering the mirror. I closed my eyes, making the remaining tears fall. The tears continued to spill down.

Harry says, and I can see where this is going. Everyone in the courtyard can see where it's going. "What should their punishment be?" Harry asks me, and I see his eyes glint in excitement. He looks pleased by the situation. Like it's all amusing to him. Harry has become a sadistic psycho. Oh my goodness, he's crazy. He's absolutely lost his mind. Harry trails over to me, leaving only a few inches between us. I can feel his hot breath fan my face, and my breathing gets harsher.

"Spit it out. Tell the truth, and I might let you crawl back to whatever hole you came from," Harper snarled. Her claws were half-extended, grazing the assassin’s throat. She didn't care about the Silver Ridge Enforcers; she wanted this cur to admit Madison had pulled the strings so Hudson would finally see the viper in his bed.

I’m not technically her rider, but I am her mate, and so I had done what I could do to show her that she’s mine, no matter what. When I had stripped her down, I’d seen the burn marks, the bruises. I didn’t say anything to her and I didn’t say anything to Avani when we found the dead witch and warlock beheaded the next day, but I’m pretty sure I’ve found my assassin. It’s my mate.