Assassin Outfit Female Novels & Stories

While waiting for Hudson to come out of his room, Abhaya leaned against the door leaf outside her room. Her favorite gun was tucked between her thighs. She's stunning and wearing a sexy black strappy plunging back bodycon fit dress. She didn't want to look like a boring bodyguard next to Hudson, so she chose a sexy dress that would allow her to move quickly if they got into another fight.

The assassin gave him a blow with his fist and his mouth began to bleed. He couldn't talk anymore but was breathing very high, at the verge of death Assassin : you're a tough one aren't you? I would have taught you a bigger lesson but I wasn't paid that much. I have better things to do He pulled the trigger again but just as he did that, a strong force pushed his hand away and the bullet hit one of his men The man yelled and fell down Assassin : what the..... Voice: leave him alone The assassin turned back to see a woman who wore a blue garment and covered her head down. The only visible part of her body were her eyes which she used to see.

“ what's wrong, your highness? Just slit her throat and let continue our journey before they get there before us.“ Dain hollered behind me. My hands waved in the air for his attention. “Her tongue seems to be cut. Who must have done that? She can't talk!“ I said, as Dain arrived at my side. Dain was quiet for a while as he forced her jawline, parting her lips against get will to see what I was talking about. “Holy shit!" Dain narrowed his eyes In disgust. Dain hands ran fastly at the assassin's cloaks, ad he turned them apart revealing her round fleshy bosom, a tattoo at the top, and another at her right arms.

I also recognized what was supposed to be my assassin attire among many others… and by many others, I meant the clothes I had brought from the human realm not excluding my thongs, sexy playsuits, and others that were supposed to be for Kovan’s eyes only. “What the hell are those hideous materials?” Sophie called out, referring to my thongs and sexy wears. Ask your son… or supposed to be son. “She must have used them to strangle the victims.” Ardin answered like the fool he was and gain, I chuckle. Who thinks of straggling on sighting a thong? What happened to sex and sexiness?

Elle sent a friendly face to be my assassin? My heart pounds as I dart and duck between the narrow streets. I shed my disguise. The heavy black hooded robe drops quickly by the roadside. Ducking into the curved porch of an inn, I quickly slash at the fastening around my stomach as bundled shirts of Elder Gunner form a heap around my boots. My long dark purple gown and its skirt swish down to the floor and complete the transformation. Cinched in at my waist, I looked nothing like the hooded bulk who approached the traitors den.

Another triumphant Assassin, whose name I believe is Zara stands there, wiping blood off her fists. I'm almost sure she is one of the Assassin who was tripping me up the entire walk here. And naturally, her gaze finds me and a sinister smile spreads across her face. "Well well, the newbie," she says tauntingly, revealing her dark hair behind her head. "Tell me you all don't want to see how she does in a fight?"

And adorn her neck with a raven black choker fastened with a perfectly shaped round ruby, and pinned in her bun-tied hair is delicate rose ornament, replacing the crystalic flower that Mayari decided to keep in her pocket. "The accessories matched the dress." Ashley said the obvious. "That leveled up your prettiness to the max." "Not yet." Helen stated. She then walked over to Mayari and attached two drop earrings with ruby stones. "Now, her prettiness is maxed." Helen announced with a warn smile. If only Mayari is an ordinary girl she would have already blushed like a tomato from the compliments or scream in joy of how fancy she looked with her new outfit. But she don't care, she didn't eve

“Now I’m ready for this trip.” This may seem to be overkill, but as an assassin, you never knew when you would need a weapon. Where most people packed extra underwear and socks, I packed extra guns and bullets. I stopped at the safe that sat hidden behind the door of my nightstand. I grabbed my passport and two stacks of cash. I wouldn’t need that much money in a tiny town but again you never know.

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.

If only she knew who was trailing her. I slipped into a fitting room with ease, disguised in a fitted jacket and dark jeans, my hair tucked under a beanie. I had spent years learning how to blend in, how to move like a shadow in a world full of noise. I wasn’t just some woman hunting a target, I am Rebel former number one assassin of the organization now head assassin for "The Order". People trembled at the mention of my name and today, Gina is my target. Gina strutted past me, oblivious. The guards flanked her, a few steps behind, their eyes scanning the crowds. They thought they were the ones protecting her, keeping her safe from the world but they couldn’t protect her from me. Not today,