Assassin Romance Novels & Stories

“I know, and I would never ask you to be anything but what you are. You’re an amazing tech, and without you, most of us would probably be dead. So, don’t sell yourself short. Being an Assassin is not for everyone. We’ve all given up our souls in exchange for doing what we do. And let me tell you, it’s a hard road to travel.” Hunter nods in understanding. “I know, man, I’m sorry.” Priest shrugs. “No need to apologize to me, kid. You did what any self-respecting man would have done for his woman.” Mal leans forward and wraps her arms around his neck with a seductive smile and whispers. “Oh yeah, baby, you’re so going to get laid for that.” Hunter gives her a roguish grin in reply. Love can be

I feel my bones start to break the second the night air settles against my skin. I shift and run into the woods, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins. Just like Kiera had said, I see a rogue staring at me like he’s been waiting there for me all along. My assassin instinct slams into me and I pounce on him, desperate to smell some flesh. It fights back, bruising me with its claws. But I heal almost immediately. And that’s when I see a mark too familiar to ignore. My mark. The one on my neck.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

the assassin lowers his gun and walks over to me. He wraps his arm around me and digs his finger into the wound in my shoulder. I lower my shoulder, trying to get away from him. "Get your filthy hands off of me," I snap at him. "Oh no, Lo," the assassin says as he pulls me in under his arm. "We have all agreed that we will have some fun with you before your time is up."

the assassin lowers his gun and walks over to me. He wraps his arm around me and digs his finger into the wound in my shoulder. I lower my shoulder, trying to get away from him. "Get your filthy hands off of me," I snap at him. "Oh no, Lo," the assassin says as he pulls me in under his arm. "We have all agreed that we will have some fun with you before your time is up."

She grits out. Phoenix’s hardened expression metamorphizes into one of irritation as he continues to hold her in his steely arms. Phoenix is at least a foot taller than the woman and over a hundred pounds heavier, but she’s putting up quite a fuss. I can tell by the way his arms are straining that she’s strong. Her long blond hair flails around with her irate movements, and her blue eyes spark with annoyance. It’s almost comedic to see Phoenix with his chocolate-covered skin and toned muscles struggling with the termagant. He looks almost unsure of what to do. Phoenix is Logan’s assassin. His real name is Oliver. He and I have worked on several assignments together over the years and have ha

said Kiara with a smirk . " True ! You are the rumored strong crown princess . I am curious to get to know you a little before I kill you . " said the assassin . " It's rude that you already know who I am but I do not know your identity . " said Kaira . " I wouldn't wanna be rude to her highness but these are the rules . I can't tell you who I am . " said the assassin . He took the knife and looked at her with an annoyed expression then threw it towards her but Kiara managed to avoid it again . The assassin had his face covered and Kiara couldn't see who it was but his figure looked a bit familiar to her .

I slammed my knee upward, catching him right in the groin, and rolled. The silver dagger hissed through the air, catching the lace of my slip and pinning the fabric to the floor. I heard the lace tear as I scrambled toward the balcony, my lungs burning. "Killian!" I screamed, my voice raw and cracking. "Killian!" The assassin was back on his feet, moving with a sickening speed. He didn't shift, but his eyes were glowing a dull, murky red. He wasn't a high-born Lycan, he was a rogue, a mercenary. He lunged again, his fingers catching my ankle and dragging me back toward the shadows.

He put his cork back into his pants and smiled at me. “My favorite assassin is back!” He exclaimed and started to clap his hands for me. I laughed at his remark. “It was successful,” I announced. “I never doubted you for a second,” he said as he got on his feet. He was only wearing a pair of shorts. He dropped his wine and walked up to me. “You always make me proud, that’s why I always send you on those types of missions,” Damon said and took my hand. Then he planted a kiss on the back of my hand. “What do you want me to give you this time?” He demanded.

I hiss through my teeth, pain exploding on my shoulder blades, but instead of releasing me, the asshole digs his nails deeper in my flesh. "Should I tell you a story?" He asks and I nod,tears overflowing from my eyes, he must have drawn blood because when he releases his hold, I feel sticky liquid dripping down my arms. "So you see, my name is Adrian, I'm an assassin, I was just a rogue, holding a grudge against Lance, your mate, or should I say your ex-mate, when I was approached by Belinda" He smirks but I roll my eyes