Assassin Pride Novels & Stories

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and

I wanted to apologize to him, but somehow my pride didn't let me utter those words. I slowly walked away from him and sat on one of the twin swings, thinking about my words. I'd never been one to speak without thinking. I was always calm and collected. But being with Adrian made me lose my control, which irritated me. I'd worked so hard to gain control over myself and appear collected. I didn't want one person to destroy everything just by being present around me.

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

"What happened to all those brave words from earlier? What happened to taking my head? What happened to hunting down your backstabbing brother and ripping his throat out?" He pulled back slightly, a wicked, triumphant grin stretching across his face as he stared into my fading blue eyes. "If you die right now, Dante wins. If you die right now, I win. Is that really how the great assassin of Aries wants to go out? Cling to your petty pride and die in the dirt, or drink... and live to try and kill me." Those words hit me like a splash of freezing water. Shit! This monster was right. He was right.

He killed a king. “Tell me your name,” I growl. His smile grows. “Tell me yours.” Whoever gives ground first loses, Father says in my mind. I drop the chair back to the ground so he’s sitting upright again. “Kill him, dump the body somewhere the Goddess will never find him.” The assassin chuckles. “Pretty boy’s got some balls. I like that. You can call me Birsha. But you need me too bad to drop me in the ground just yet, so let’s keep playing.”

He was dancing all over my toes and he didn't give a damn about it. "I guess you have nothing to say and it is not difficult to see why. I am an assassin, Mr. Dante. I am a ghost to society. You will find no record of me. I could choose to make away with your money and you won't do a damn thing about it, because, there is really nothing that you can do. It is a miracle that you call me and I even pick up your calls.–” His voice became deeper and more threatening. I listened angrily. I had never felt my pride more hurt in my life.

My fingers gripped his neck, piercing his skin. "Let me die," he muttered. "Like death will give you relief," I spat. "And I already know they are alive! What are the names of the nobles?" Broderick opened his mouth, but instead of telling me the name I needed to hear, his breath fell from his lungs and into my face. His heart stopped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, a record," the Assassin said passively as he tapped his watch. "FUCK!" I threw Broderick's body to the ground. My foot kicked into his side until sweat beaded on my brow. Taking one of the Assassin's knives, I stabbed Broderick's heart repeatedly until I was pulled away. "Fucking hell! Let me go!"

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

She kept on glaring at me with those big green eyes full of rage. "Liked it?" I asked her watching her defenseless and under my mercy. She should start learning that it was me who owned her. She should start dropping her attitude and useless stubbornness. "Continue guys." After hearing no reply from her I instructed my men to continue the leftover work. She didn't shout or ask for forgiveness but her eyes widened when she noticed my men bringing more buckets of cold water. One thing she understood was that I won't be lenient. "You can always ask for forgiveness and request me to stop." I gave her an option to break the pride she was carrying like a princess. She must know her place that an A