Assassin Romance Books Novels & Stories

"You won’t be given ten years, Sameera. You don’t have that luxury." I stiffened. "Training starts with the mind. If you don't change your mindset, you won't survive here. You need to forget whatever fantasies you have of revenge—at least for now. Keep your anger, bury it deep, but don’t act on it until you're strong enough to do something about it." Her voice dropped slightly, a grim seriousness in her tone. "The only way out of here is to rise in rank. The only way to rise in rank is to complete assassinations. A great number of them."

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

I wasn't waiting for the next person to go for my assassin assignment. I had found my home in the one place I never expected to find it—in the arms of the man I was originally sent to destroy. What began as a deadly game had become the greatest love story of my life. And maybe that was the cruelest joke fate could ever play. I was sent to destroy Cassius DiMarco. Instead, I gave him my heart. And somewhere along the way… he gave me his. THE END

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

Who knew he was so symbolic? “A black heart for my Blackheart,” he smirks proudly. “I love it,” I smile at him, “But I love you more.” “I love you too, Alina, I always will,” he vows, holding his hand to my cheek. I remember saying back when I first saw his picture what a shame it would be to kill him, but back then I didn’t know how much I’d grow to mean those words. Who could have ever guessed that an assassin would fall in love with the man she was sent to kill?

CONTENT WARNING The Assassin’s Portrait is a Dark Romance featuring heavy themes that are not for the faint of heart. This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). THEMES: • PSEUDO-TABOO: A forbidden, obsessive step-sibling dynamic. • HARD EROTICA: Graphic sexual content, power play, and BDSM. • GRAPHIC VIOLENCE: Blood, gunplay, and dark criminal themes (Bratva). • MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior.

“You can’t help me to feel jealous, Alex. You’ve been pushing me away for quite a while and then to see you having the hots for that prick, well, it’s not running well with me. Tell me, who’s the better and wilder lover?” “A$$hole!” Alex spat when Damon grinned at her teasingly on that question. She shook her head smiling, glad that the tense atmosphere between them is over. She run a hand over her one leg, making sure her gun is secured. “I do hope nothing out of the ordinary will happen tonight.”

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

“They move in shadows. They never fail. By the time anyone knows they’re there, it’s already done.” His words sent heat straight through me, danger and lust winding together until I was dizzy. When his mouth covered mine, I let the hunger spill, my body arching against him. His hands were rough, pulling silk up my thighs. I gasped as he lifted me, and in moments we were tangled in sheets, his breath hot at my throat. Forbidden. Reckless. Perfect. The Assassins Shadows lengthened with the late sun. Three of them moved, soundless, their steps swallowed by the shadow, only silence.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.