Assassin Romance Books Novels & Stories

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

Chapter 49 Cass The assassin comes back for me, and it’s obvious I’m his target. I don’t have time to worry about anyone else; fighting erupts around Warrick, and chaos breaks out near Colt’s side of the table. He lunges again, and I catch another one trying to reach me too, but Victor and Serge cut him off before he gets close. I dodge the first assassin’s strike, deflect his knife, and land a punch across his jaw. He stumbles but recovers fast. I back up, hit a table, and my hand closes around a vase. Instinct takes over. I smash it over his head. He reels, and I drive a kick into his stomach. The man doubles over, and I bring my knee up hard into his face. He drops, clutching his nose, ju

I say in annoyance as I smooth down my hair. He chuckles, “My apologies, now what can I do for what?” “Recently myself and another found ourselves being the targets of someone who seems to be manipulating people in our profession to end each other. I’ve found several cases of double homicides that are just chalked up to nasty cases of self-defence gone bad, but the causes of death in those cases all link up to assassins who all vanished without a trace. Of course, I now know what happened to them. I want to find the son of a bitch who put a target on my back and make him regret it. I figured if anyone would have answers regarding the disappearances of assassins, it would be you… Master,” I s

" CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori.

"No, you're not. You're a mafia boss interrogating your hostage. Don't pretend to be human." The insult should have annoyed him. Instead, Rafael found himself intrigued. She had claws hidden under that fragile exterior. "You're right," he said. "I'm not sorry. I'm curious. Dead parents, hostile family, multiple assassination attempts. You're either incredibly unlucky or sitting on information you don't know you have." "Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough."

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Her heels echoed with finality. “You declared war on me in the dark,” she said coldly. “I’m answering in daylight.” Salvatore’s mouth twitched. “You are not of the bloodline.” Amara’s hand swept across the council table — and dropped a bloodstained Rosetti ring onto the marble. “This belonged to your assassin. He won’t be needing it.” The silence turned poisonous. Salvatore folded his hands. “We are the spine of this kingdom.” “No,” she replied. “You’re the rot.”