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.

Mathew reported. "Aser?" Cassie called out. "Babe, do you copy?" Aser couldn't have copied because he was deep in the fight. He didn't shift fully so he could use his hand to hold a gun and a claw to tear them apart. He moved faster than the mercenaries could track and would have ripped a man to pieces before they even knew what they were facing. One of the assassins observed that it was Aser doing the most damage, so he yelled for the others to cover him as he put a red laser on him for Target.

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

" the mysterious man ended which, for some unknown reason, Sumire's nervousness doubled. She wasn't that stupid not to comprehend that she is the woman in the story the mysterious man referring to. She was the only one wearing a red gown tonight. "Let the hunt begin." After the unknown man utter the last word, a series of gunshots took the place. They only had one target; the dashing lady in red dress. Using their high-end guns and pistols, they were firing non-stop hitting the chairs, glasses, and walls. Cold bodies fall to the floor one after another. Two skilled assassin groups and independent assassins who received an order to kill Sumire had clashed inside the red hall.

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—“

We exchanged glances, and I was about to ask her a question when one burst through the window, shattering it, and threw a knife at Kat. I caught the knife mid-air before it could get to her. "They came for her," I said to myself. The assassin kicked me, but I quickly knocked her feet away, before it got to me. She threw a few punches, and I knocked them off too, I swiftly dug my claws into her chest, and ripped her heart out, and her lifeless body fell to the floor. Kat pulled off their masks one after another, and when she pulled out the mask of the one I ripped her heart open, she gasped.

“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.