Assassin Outfit Female Novels & Stories

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.

I only found out that an assassination had taken place inside the hotel when the whole building went on alarm. I think the assassin pretended to be a cleaning lady when she killed James Mondragon because I saw a naked and unconscious woman under the bed and it seems like she was the cleaning lady who was supposed to clean the room where James Mondragon was killed. And according to the woman, she was called by a man but when she turned around to see her, the person who called her suddenly knocked her out so she lost consciousness. The assassin probably injected sleeping pills into the woman and then took off her clothes and pretended to be a maid when she entered James' room. Because the clea

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

he says as he plants a kiss on each of her cheeks. “Don’t you ever go so long without coming home, you had me worried sick,” she says with concern as she looks him over. I can’t believe I’m standing before the assassin known as Ajna…she is nothing like how I pictured her. Physically, she’s petite and looks like a stay-at-home mum, one who likes to get her hands dirty in the garden based on the fact she’s in a cotton, peach button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up and high-waisted jeans that fit her like a glove. She seems so warm and loving, just radiating joy…is this really the woman who is notorious for hitting victims directly between the eyes?

Concealed behind the headboard of Mariam's bed was a small compartment in the walls where she had hidden swords and small throw knives and with the help of the women, they moved the bed forward so they could gain access to them. As they gathered their choice of weapons, Omar stepped out of the bathroom, what he saw left his mouth hanging in surprise. Mariam had changed from her wedding dress and was now in a black outfit that matched with what the assassins were wearing and so was Parvina and Saadiya. They covered the half of their faces from their noses down to their chin with a piece of black transparent cloth which they tied behind their heads but left their hairs exposed and held up in a

she got up slowly and left the room. Aiden breath in when she left. Second person failed. His hope already began to dwindle. “Next!” The next person was worse. She wore a face cap with a black nose mask, a black turtleneck sweater and a black joggers. Only one thought was in the trio’s head: assassin. Well, except for one person. Aiden stared at the female intently, “You’re the… anonymous?” The girl chuckled, “Yeah. Can I have a seat?”

We had a minor fight which ended as soon as I was shoved into the corner of the kitchen table and my stitches reopened. It was not pretty and we realised that for an assassin Erik didn't deal with blood as well as he should, considering his job was to kill people. I changed into a pair of shorts and a loose black backless vest top. I pulled on my combat boots and ran my fingers through my long hair. I glanced in the mirror and smirked. I looked hot and I didn't even care that I was being vain. My shorts and top even showed off my tattoo that started at the top of my thigh and ran up my side, splaying out onto my ribs and curving slightly towards my back.