Assassin Outfit Female Novels & Stories

I walked out of my bathroom feeling relieve wash through me. I walked to my closet to get everything ready. I put the outfit I've put aside for this particular mission into my bag...the outfit gives me the killer girl vibes...i put the guns i'll be needing and other necessary tools..after arranging everything I needed for my little mission. I picked a simple top and jeans to put on...I couldn't go out dressed like an assassin. I wouldn't hear the end of it.

I let his head fall back. “I’m just here to fulfill a promise; I am nothing if not a woman of my word.” I let the anger course through me; let some of it out of the tight box I kept it locked in. It flared to life and seemed to surround me, begging to be let out. I liked this version of me. At least I liked her better than the weak person I played. The assassin coming to enact vengeance against everyone that wronged her... Now, that felt good. Even if neither of those personas was the real me, I didn’t know who I really was anyway. But this was power. This was everything I had been lacking and everything I was craving.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

I grab it off the rack and start wearing it. I got done putting the outfit on. I look like a deadly and sexy dominatrix assassin. A red and black hooded romper with eye cut-outs, a front zipper closure, black shoulder pads, strappy garters with buckle detailing, and a cheeky cut back. To compliment the look, I’m wearing a black leather high heel boots and black leather fingerless gloves. I also have on fishnet stockings. I may not be a succubus, but the way I look and feel, I could please any guy and kill them afterwards. But the outfit is not complete without my bag of toys. So I grab them and leave my closet.

Edward walked to the door and opened it, whereupon a sultry-looking woman in a side-slit dress walked in. The woman's height was about five foot nine, and she had a very good figure. Her sexy and slender legs were exposed from time to time through the slit of her dress, sparking racy thoughts in whoever laid eyes on them. "I present to you our assassin, Black Rose! Please come on in!" Edward closed the door, then gestured in a gentlemanly manner as he introduced the assassin to Jada and Easton. Upon seeing the assassin's stellar figure, fair-skinned face, charming eyes, and icy temperament, Easton could not help but gulp at how smoking hot that woman was.

The day went by quickly. Ashley spent most of it in her room planning her grand comeback. Her new identity was her greatest strength. No one knew who she really was and she could shoot her targets without anyone ever knowing it was her. She decided to clad herself in a knee length, red lace evening dress, adorned with glittering silver sequin bordering the deep V neck line and the same design around the slim of her waist. The colour, chosen to reflect the vengeance in her heart.

In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven. She was wearing a masquerade mask, black with silver intricate design on her dark head. Zion took out a similar mask and kept it on the table "She is the Kuznetsuv's secret weapon, their very own female terminator, only does lethal assassinations. These men in the video were men who were contract-killers and she killed them like one would slice a knife in butter." Daniel gulped down the century-old wine from the rim, looking at the woman in a black latex body-hugging attire, moving swiftly and fluently, with squinted eyes. She had deep curves in all the right places. A 100% babe.

I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it, scrubbing my skin until it was raw, trying to wash off the lingering warmth of waking up in his arms, washing off every traitorous thing my body had done in the last twelve hours. I was an assassin. I had gone undercover before. I knew how to perform, and this won't be any different. I dried off. Went back to the wardrobe and stood in front of it, still dripping. I deliberately pulled out the most practical things I could find. Dark trousers. A fitted black top. Flat boots that actually had grip. I wasn't dressing for his household. I was dressing for the moment I found a gap in the perimeter, I could make a run for it.

She took them off and started polishing and removing the blood. Her watch lit up, brightening the room she was in. She looked over with a blank face and saw the notification for her new mission. Kill the mafia boss and she's free to leave the life of an assassin. She's supposed to be happy, but after being through so much, she just can't provide proper emotions. "One last kill..." What she didn't know was this would be a rollercoaster to hell. SOFT music began as agent Blood Moon got ready for the night she will commit her last kill. Putting on an eye-catching leather cherry red dress that hugs her figure and black heels that makes her four inches taller. A masquerade ball, she remembers. A

Alaso appeared from nowhere and she looked extremely hot in her outfit, “You can hold the speech but girls here are trained to serve men by all means. You can’t change anything. You too picked by someone and you just can’t deny that.” The outfit merely revealed her body parts, her curves were visible and any man who was come across her would fall in lust to ruin her and Akshara wondered about her outfit than replying to her explanation. Alaso in the perspective of Akshara, Alaso covered her lower part with an extremely mini skirt and the upper part of her body was covered with transparent cloth. Her neck was left bare to reveal her beauty, her hands were stuffed with gloves and she stood on