Assassin 소설 & 이야기

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 crim

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After t

I will make sure that this time, I can execute my plan well. So before midnight, I was already out of the manor with my horse and sword. With four years of being an assassin, I could travel in night time without any effort. Darkness is part of an assassin's life since most of the time, we do our job in the dark. I reigned my horse to a stop when I saw who was standing before the glistening river under the bright moon. His back was on me, calm and still as he stood there. He didn't move from where he is even though I'm sure he is already aware of my presence. I unmounted my horse at once and walked towards him.

I spat bitterly. "You've got a point there." Ares said, "isn't it time for him to resign yet? He's like seventy, no?" I fought the urge to laugh at what he said before correcting, "He's fifty. I don't think he'll resign for another thirty years." We both stopped when we entered the hall. "See you around, il mio adorabile assassina." Ares said with a smirk. (My lovely killer/assassin) "That's a hell of a way to call a cold blooded assassin." I scoffed, my eyes darting around the place, looking for my father, ignoring all the eyes on me.

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly

“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

I'd trusted Ava and for some reasons, everything went down the hill. A voice in my head kept asking why I was trusting Cassien so easily. And although I still hated his guts, I'm able to walk freely because of him. Who knows where I'd have ended up if his team didn't get me? Fuck, I didn't want to owe anyone. The plan was simple, straight forward and was supposed to be a piece of cake to execute. If not for the fact that I was going after one of the largest mafia in the city and a very dangerous person. My mind drifted back to the room where I'd woken up, with Cassien feets away from me. His worry stricken face and his beautiful blue eyes. I'd willingly give myself to swim in them. Cassien u

“They waited for the toast.” Raven leaned up just enough to scan the mezzanine. The assassin was there, not a Corsetti foot soldier but a professional. Compact frame, matte-black rifle, the movement too clean, too sure. She took aim and fired before he could reset. The bullet caught his shoulder, spinning him backward into the glass railing. He fell without a sound. Another shot cracked the far window, Viktor flinched as a bullet grazed his arm. “There’s more than two!”