Assassin Pride Mga Nobela at Kwento

me the same. It might be insecurity or something related but when you are an assistant to an unparalleled genius that can literally calculate everything with the littlest clue, you will know what I'm talking about. I always pride myself not only in my highly trained self or my smart ass or others, but also in my looks, I'm the type people call irresistibly handsome and there's no girl I can't get into my bed or I can't get to become addicted to me as long as I'm determined to, I'm not just a well trained but a highly trained assassin as well as an open fighter expert but my looks made some things easier whenever I'm on a mission, but the first time I saw Ace, I felt like everything I pride

It was as if I were looking for a needle in a haystack. If Silent Assassin weren’t an enemy of the law I would have applauded him for his bravery and for having such skills. He was very slippery just like an eel. And all of his victims are people who are hugely plagued by society. He is like Robinhood in modern times. It’s just that Robinhood stole from the rich and gave to the poor while silent Assassin kills the rich people who are plagues of society and bullies the people who are helpless because of their low status or don't have money. He will be good police if only he is not an assassin.

“...the rest of us earned our places as fighters in this war. We’ve earned each other’s respect by having each other’s back. However, I will apologize because I respect you. But you better keep in mind that if he ever steps up to me like that, I’ll cut his fucking throat.” I swallow hard, waiting for the fight to ensue. However, to Hunter and Connor’s dismay, no one refutes Phantom’s words. And by the flush in Hunter’s cheeks, I can see that he understands that. I don’t pretend to know Priest’s world, but I’m assuming that there’s a code between Assassins. And since Hunter and Connor have never killed anyone, they’re probably the odd man out; and they know it. “Fine.” Priest replies evenly.

With his free hand, he swiped at Adrian’s gripping hand, trying to pry it open. Adrian’s right hand firmly held the assassin's right hand, but as he saw the clawed attack coming, he was taken aback. 'Now he's showing his true strength. These assassins from the Prime Oracles are no joke,' Adrian thought. This assassin was even more formidable than the previous one Adrian had encountered, with exceptional adaptability and combat skills honed through years of battle. Although the assassin’s attack missed, it forced Adrian to release his grip. The assassin quickly attempted to withdraw his hand, but Adrian wasn't about to let him escape easily. Adrian kicked the assassin in the abdomen, causing

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

Her sister only stared back at her hardly and she knew right then and there that she contacted their father and the man she doesn’t know must be the attorney. "Is this going to make you happy, Ashley?!" Alex asked tightly. "Seeing me behind bars?" "You deserved more than just being behind bars, Alex!" Ashley retorted angrily. "You're a cold-blooded murderer! How could you do that to our own mother?! Your own flesh and blood! What has she done to you that made you do that?! Because she favored me?!" The door to the diner suddenly pushed open when she was being led out and Damon came inside, looking surprised at the scene that he immediately saw.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

Chase's expression remained calm as he twisted his wrist, unleashing a brilliant flash of sword light that swept forward. Sparks flew as their blades clashed. Chase stood firmly in place, completely unmoved, while the black-clad assassin was thrown backward with blood spraying from his mouth. "What?!" The assassin's expression twisted in terror. He could not believe Chase's strength was this formidable. "Die." Chase's eyes narrowed as he flicked his fingers, sending hundreds of sword beams shooting out. They created a cage of energy around the assassin. "No, no, don't do this…" the assassin's eyes widened in fear as he pleaded. "My master is the top fighter in Capital City. If you kill me, h

They’re really freaky. But that’s not the only downside of it. Just because he had surgery, it doesn’t mean his eyesight is that of a normal person. He describes his vision as something you see in a video game or an animated movie. He says it’s like a 3-D game. Don’t get me wrong, the guy is and will always be a badass. Before he became a Confradia Assassin, Priest was Navy Seal. He’s trained in various forms of combat and speaks several languages. Even when he was blind, he could kick ass. He still walks around with a walking stick and uses the thing as a weapon. He’s a serious legend in the Confradia. Not to mention that the man is a serious chick magnet.

But the assassin leapt and removed his arm from his hold. “And you are clumsier than I had expected.” Erdem charged towards him, but at the last second reversed his direction and successfully landed a punch on his stomach before smoothly gliding to stand in front of him. “Clumsy! You dare to call me clumsy!” The assassin growled and lunged in, his leg straight out, aiming for Erdem's head. Erdem tilted himself a little and grasped his torso, and I swear I saw a sneer on his lips. The assassin's leg hung over Erdem's shoulder, and Erdem launched a punch that connected squarely beneath the killer's chin, sending him skyward. But Erdem didn't let go; he pulled him down and grabbed him by the fa