Assassin Romance Novels & Stories

I let him pull it halfway, just enough to expose one eye, my gray one, hidden behind the hazel contact, but close enough to risk it. His breath catches, a micro-falter in that iron composure. Does he see it? The flicker of familiarity in the shape of my jaw, the curve of my lip? No. Not yet. His memories are blurry, he said once in an interview I stalked online, youthful indiscretions, blackouts from too much champagne. But I remember every detail, every tear in the fabric, every bruise. Before he can tug it fully free, I move. My hand snaps up, gripping his wrist in a vise that's all assassin training, pressure on the radial nerve, just enough to make his fingers loosen without screaming pa

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

The Assassin said with an evil smirk. “Like you have the balls to do that!” Grace taunted. “Trying to make me angry my dear? Very clever of you, but I am not an amateur at this. We’ve spent enough time on chitchat, say goodbye, Kurt!” The Assassin said. The Assassin was about to pull the trigger, but Grace jumped and push the Assassin's arm up making him miss Kurt. She then stabbed Phoenix pin right into the Assassin's eye. Kurt shouted to raise the alarm as the Assassin pistol-whipped Grace.

he asked quizzically. “Ah yes,” I replied sheepishly, touching the tender bit and wishing for a mirror, “headbutted a log after a nightmare.” “It’s not so bad, should be gone in a few hours,” and without thinking he placed a hand under my chin and tipped my head up to look at it. Looking directly at each other for a few seconds only made that feeling grow. The full scale fire blazing in my core within seconds was desperately seeking him, until he quickly dropped his hand like it was on fire and headed off down the road. Following him down the track my confusion grew by the second, I think I am getting a crush on the assassin. Shit.

Another triumphant Assassin, whose name I believe is Zara stands there, wiping blood off her fists. I'm almost sure she is one of the Assassin who was tripping me up the entire walk here. And naturally, her gaze finds me and a sinister smile spreads across her face. "Well well, the newbie," she says tauntingly, revealing her dark hair behind her head. "Tell me you all don't want to see how she does in a fight?"

“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.”

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

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.

“Oh my God, it’s that stripper from the club, right?” “Who?” I asked, feigning innocence. Katrina hissed. “You don’t know any other men, so it has to be him, the one from that club! The one who poured champagne on his—” “Okay, that’s enough,” I cut in quickly, heat crawling up my neck. “It’s not what you think. It’s business.” Cassie’s mouth dropped open. “You’re doing business with a stripper?” “An exotic performer,” I corrected tightly. “And yes. I hired him to pretend to be my boyfriend for the week.”

"But only if you promise not to hurt my aunt." That made Dante's heart begin to rush with hormones again, pumping the blood harder than it ever had before. He felt himself slowly begin to pant again, his chest feeling warm already as he turned to face him. It was easy as the thought of being dominated, causing his body to begin throbbing. He tilted his head to the side, not yet giving up his authoritative stance as he placed his palm on his hips and motioned with his chin towards the ground. "I promise. Now grab the knife and tease me—" "Excuse-me?"