Novel & Cerita Assassin Of Red

No, he wanted blood. He strode forward, tossing the gun aside with a clatter, and grabbed the assassin by the collar, slamming him against the altar so hard the stone cracked. The killer spat blood, tried to lift his blade but Matteo’s fist broke his wrist in one brutal twist. The knife fell. Matteo’s voice was low, lethal. “Who sent you?” The assassin laughed, choking on his own blood. “Bellini.” That one word was all Matteo needed. His fist drove into the man’s chest like a hammer, his other hand ripping the mask free. The assassin gasped, his face pale, mouth trembling with blood.

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

And Dimitrios was stubborn as hell whenever the discussion of letting go of Iris came to the table. Dimitrios returned to his room and sat on the bed after the entire day's work. He was tired as hell because of all the incidents that were happening. He had to take care of Derek. Because keeping him alive was no longer needed. But Iris's sudden outburst made him stunned today. He could never believe that the girl could just run and snatch the gun to kill another one. Who was he kidding actually? The same girl tried to kill him two years back when she had lost her parents. Derek might be right to some certain extent that an Assassin would always remain an Assassin. Because that is what runs in

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

likr she had just seen redemption. Her face changed into a sad one and tears spilled on her cheeks. I pulled her closer and I hugged her. I felt my left breast get moist from her tears. She grabbed my Jacket before she cleaned her eyes and looked up at me. "An assassin never cries," She repeated the same words I say to her whenever she killed one of the men I asked her to. "Sometimes, they have to let it out when it's getting tough," I said to her as a tear drop fell from her left eyes.

They wanted a wedding, I’ll give them a wedding remuneration for making me scorned, alright. I sprang up on my feet to pace the carpeted floor when I heard giggling on the other side. Snapping open the door, I came face to face with three women, all dressed to satisfy fetishes. One in a bunny barely-there lingerie, one in dominatrix get up, and the last was a redhead in a seductress attire. The redhead with the bold persona came closer coquettishly, biting her luscious lips. She grabbed the left lapel of my suit and seductively, coed, “Sir, we—“

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

* I reached behind my back, my fingers finding the thick folds of the heavy crimson velvet. "You are quick for a sickly thing," the assassin said, taking two slow, deliberate steps toward me. He raised the curved blade, turning the edge so the green poison caught the faint light of the fireplace. "The rumors were wrong about your feet, but they were right about your blood. You will bleed just like any other common girl." I kept my eyes locked on his shoulders. Back in Ashvale, when the stable boys tried to corner the stray dogs, their shoulders always dropped right before they swung their sticks.

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Mayor Johnson couldn't believe his eyes; Jane had finally caught the assassin and it was shocking that it took her only a day. "Once again, I greet everyone present here. My name is Jane and I am handling the assassin's case. I deemed it fit to publicly interrogate the criminal here who has caused pain to everyone in Gold city for sometime now" Jane stated and then turned to face the assassin who had been quiet all the while. "Tell us your full name" Jane asked her first question to him. The assassin looked up at Jane and then at the camera men taking pictures of him. "My name is Carl Anderson and like she rightly indicated, I have been a terrorist all this years in Gold City" he stated with