Assassin Naruto Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he hit me right on my left cheek, the impact of the punch made me fall backwards, but immediately I stood back up. "Hit me all you want king Nitokris, but it won't change the truth. I can't help but wonder how your dear wife would feel, when she finds out that you kidnapped me along with four other kids. That you want aris dead, and that you have killed a bunch of other innocent people. And I'm sure she would be more heart broken, to find out that you turned me into your personal Assassin and all those times, you lied to her that I travelled.. I was actually killing someone for you. Ohh, how heartbroken would she be.. she would definitely.." I heard the sound of someone gasping.

He touched his busted lips and his brows furrowed in annoyance. "If it wasn't for you, this wouldn't have happened!" she buried her face on the table while puddles of tears dropped down. Daimon leaned back before closing his eyes. (Even if he's cursing the two of us right now, he'll eventually find out and come looking for Keisha. How can he possibly resist helping her?) he thought to himself before he turned to Keisha who was still crying. "An assassin crying because of a broken heart. Fascinating," he commented but not loud enough.

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

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."

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

My teeth chatter, and my blood chills, but that's the last of my worry. It's my fate that frightens me. Unable to take the silent walk to what could be my death, I skid to a stop, my bare feet digging into the dewy grass underneath me. The Assasin's grip tightens on my arm to the point where I wince against the pain. "I've done nothing wrong," I protest, trying to pull away, but to no avail. "Please let me go, you don't want to do this."

Saw her knees hit the stone when my power crushed her will. I felt her fear through the bond (sharp, bright, alive) and I couldn’t stop it. She’s Ice. The assassin sent to kill me. I should’ve let him finish it. But I didn’t. I stood there while he locked her away, and every link of silver that snapped around her wrists felt like it snapped around my own heart. Despair. And his pleasure. He laughed inside my skull. Soft. Satisfied. I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t.

But she got rejected and kicked out of Biotech, so she opted to commit suicide. “Don't you feel sorry for her death?” I knew I was a hypocrite in the moment, but I just wanted to know if he ever felt something for his victims. “She chose to end her life, and she did. I had nothing to do with that. Let's just say she was unlucky,” he spoke calmly as he twirled his glass. Assassins were trained never to have feelings or get attached to their targets, but this man here was way worse than an assassin.

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.