Assassin Oc Novels & Stories

We pull up to the hidden apartment on the outskirts of town, hidden beneath a warehouse we infiltrate the area, pushing doors open and finally landing at the door My heart pounds in my chest, this is it, this is the person we have been looking for, finally, we can be free from his clutches My anger builds in anticipation as we push the door down, and my blood runs cold immediately at the sight as we enter the apartment The assassin is lying on the floor, dead, with a bullet in between his eyes, blood pooling around his head, and running down the wooden floorboards. My heart races, my fingers clenched into fists in anger at the sight as I pick up the single piece of paper on the floor, sealed

The Assassin said with an evil smirk. “Like you have the balls to do that!” Grace taunted. “Trying to make me angry my dear? Very clever of you, but I am not an amateur at this. We’ve spent enough time on chitchat, say goodbye, Kurt!” The Assassin said. The Assassin was about to pull the trigger, but Grace jumped and push the Assassin's arm up making him miss Kurt. She then stabbed Phoenix pin right into the Assassin's eye. Kurt shouted to raise the alarm as the Assassin pistol-whipped Grace.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The officer hesitated before speaking, looking directly into Nick’s eyes. “There has been another assassination in town, this morning,” Nick ran his hand through his black hair, he had forgotten all about that other case, because of Gonzalez’s case. Now that assassin was at it again, and from the little intel he had gathered. That particular assassin only operated once a week.

When he heard the news of Chase’s location, he quickly came to South River City but still could not find Chase. “Huh? There’s bloodshed in the suburbs.” Assassin Five was sensitive to bloodshed due to his occupation. There was a flash, and he appeared at the location where Chase had killed the Eastern Ocean Heavenly Masters. “It’s him!” Assassin Five mumbled and followed Chase’s aura as he headed south. … At the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Joverton, Chase did not see Ira and the others. He called Enola’s phone only to find out that Ira had not decided on the exact shooting location. Chase could only find a hotel to check in at Joverton.

But right now, fixing meant moving quietly, and fast. There was a call from my cell phone. I stepped out of the bedroom, into my study, locking the door behind me. “Report,” I ordered. Cole’s voice crackled through the line, low and urgent. “We found one of the assassins that escaped. Male, mid-thirties. Matches the description Stanley gave: tattoo on his neck, left wrist burn scar. He’s moving through the outskirts of Northline” “Police?” I asked. “Already coordinating. They’ll move in first. We support from the perimeter.”

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.