Assassin Outfit Female Novels & Stories

Stepping on the gas, we zoomed out of the school parking lot, leaving a frightening roar behind. I massaged my forehead as I groaned, "Well, couldn’t you have said that like a normal person? I am already dealing with a venomous headache." "Venomous?" she asked, amusement evident in her tone. She kept her eyes on the road, and I could not help but think back to the time some assassins tried taking her out as she drove. This woman could kill three men in thirty seconds with one hand while the other drove. And if bullets weren’t fired, there wouldn’t be a scratch on the car.

Later, I settled with a black dress, showed a little cleavage and had a little slit at the side. All the gowns I had always had slits, it made it easier for me to pull out my gun or knife under the dress. Incase anything happened. She brushed my hair and applied a little makeup on my face before she dismissed me. Damon and some of the other guards were waiting for me outside. I stepped out and Damon brought his hands for me to hold. I grabbed it and supported myself to walk down the stairs. "You look lovely as always," Damon complimented and I smiled.

"You should've known not to mess with us. You're gonna regret it big time." Sarah's eyes widens when she saw a tinted car pull up nearby, confirming her suspicion about Sherry’s involvement. She secretly activates her special glasses, turning the lenses black. With a quick touch to the side, they securely locked behind her head, ready for the upcoming fight. She ditches her blouse, revealing a hidden black outfit beneath, which made the guys laugh and make lewd comments. But she was determined to show them she was a force to be reckoned with. She unfolds the sleeves of her assassin's garment, her voice dripping with exasperation. "Laugh all you want. I won't let you get away with this."

No… Linus snapped back to reality. The woman was not Lucy; he had mistaken her. The woman was wearing a sexy strapless top, black stockings, ultra-short shorts, and heavy makeup. Linus expressed his thanks and continued drinking his own drinks without touching the glass that was sent over. No matter what, the first rule of an assassin was to trust no one, especially in a place like this that was full of all sorts of people. Linus drank his beer. Beer was nothing to him, at most like a soft drink. It was incapable of making him drunk.

“I’m just happy that Jaxon is happy. Welcome to the family.” Unfortunately, our bubble of contentment bursts when we realize that we have to go and meet Carlos. Val helps me out of my dress and hands me a sexy black dress, and black wedges, while she changes into a gold jumpsuit. The men stay in their suits because they want to blend in with Carlos’s guards. Feeling anxious, I take a final whiff of my Calla Lillys and gaze out the window. Jaxon’s strong arms wrap around me and tug me back into his embrace. “Don’t think about it too much. This will be over before you know it.”

If she can hit the target without even looking, then maybe I do need to learn how to shoot a gun. “It's rude to spy, little Killer.” Elle yells out, at first I think she’s talking about me but then I see a small figure step out from behind the tree she just shot. Seraphina is dressed just like Elle in dark jeans and a simple tank; the only thing she’s missing is the air of confidence Elle seems to carry around with her all the time.

The dress fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places while still allowing me freedom of movement, the kind of outfit that would help me blend in with the wealthy elite while hiding the fact that I was armed and dangerous. The thigh holster went on next, the thin black strap invisible under the dress but easily accessible if things went wrong tonight. I practiced reaching for the gun a few times, making sure I could draw it quickly without getting tangled in the fabric, the familiar weight of the weapon against my leg both comforting and terrifying. "How do I look?" I asked, turning to face Ava fully for the first time since putting on the complete outfit. She stared at me for a

she said. I blinked, taking in the full sight of her now. She wore a sleek, fitted black outfit. something straight out of a covert ops file. It clung to her like it was tailored for her body alone. High-functioning bitch. I saw the man’s weapon lying there beside him. Without hesitation, I scooped it up and pointed it straight at her. “What are you doing, Sheila?” she asked.

I found a blue short shimmering dress on my bed, knowing it'd be from her, I freshened up and strapped on the dress, along with matching heels. The dress stopped few inches below my bum, I couldn't bend without my ass escaping from the dress. I was an assassin, I was a weapon, this looked so out of place on me. I'd rather be strapped in my black leathered outfit and boots than this, but I didn't want to disappoint my sister. "Get yourself out, we're running late!" She screamed from the living room. I took a deep breath and head out to meet her. Her eyes ran through my body approvingly, ",Great let's go!"

I carefully closed the glass door as if it was the most fragile object in the world. I have no words. There is no way this is real. I have one suitcase with some work clothes, workout clothes, and weapons. This was like something out of a movie. I found a pair of black skinny jeans, a light pink tank top, and a black leather jacket. I found a pair of thigh-high boots to go with it. I even added mascara, lip gloss, and light eye shadow. I took a good look in the mirror. Damn, I look hot. I should wear clothes like this more often. I sighed. This world isn’t meant for people like me.