Novel & Cerita Assassin Romance

He hated the fact that she was a force to be reckoned and worse was that she wasn't even on his team but the opposition. As he pondered these questions, his phone buzzed with a message from Connor. He read the message, his eyes narrowing. "Evelyn Baker," he muttered to himself. The name sent a chill down the of every business man or higher ups in the city. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working round the clock. Evelyn Baker was no ordinary assassin. She was a ghost, a legend whispered among the shadows. And now, she was coming for him. He suddenly felt thrilled knowing the one who hacked his computer was Evelyn Baker. He had a certain attraction towards her, but the only thirst availa

Jaxon I hate leaving Maleah looking so sad, but there’s nothing I can do. This is who I am, and she will have to become accustomed to it. I’d love to tell her I’ll retire from the Confradia as I planned before. Unfortunately, I can’t. Logan and I are the only ones we trust to help maintain order between our people since there are too many doubts mounting within our ranks. Logan and I have noticed a lax in control between our leaders and have become distrustful of their motives. I guess a lot of it has to do with how the board handled the Kazik situation. There were too many questions and suspicions. The heads of the Confradia gave in too quickly to his demands, which created an irreparabl

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

Rage called but I didn't glance at him even once. I don't need him. I should convince myself that I don't need him. Neither of us fits on each other's lives, so we better cut our ties as soon as possible. I still want to pursue my mission but I don't know how I could bring myself to kill him after I realized my own feelings. But even if I could no longer kill him, it doesn't mean that we should be together. I will never have that kind of connection with a man. Love is a weakness and I refuse to have that kind of weakness. If I'd only live that life, I would rather be killed. "I'm not his real mate so there is no need to reject me. And yes, I'm an assassin from House of Spades. I won't deny t

I have a strange feeling that Roman and Victoria might be connected somehow. The thought gave a pang of jealously in my chest. She could be a client or his girlfriend. No. No. That’s not possible, she’s too naïve and kind to be involved with such a heartless person. But the way she reacts to my barbaric method of interrogation on the first day told another story. She knows I am an assassin but the odd thing was she was not even intimidated or scared of me or the gun pointed on her head. But passed out in being called Princess. A smile tugged up at the corner of my mouth, remembering the fateful night.

Without hesitation, she rushed forward, closing the distance between herself and the assassin before April could react. The assassin revealed a rapier from beneath his cloak, meeting Emily in a clash of steel. He swung with practiced precision, his blade a blur as he aimed for her vitals. Emily dodged the first three strikes, each swing narrowly missing her by mere inches. Her movements were deliberate, calculated. When she spotted an opening, she lunged forward, driving her blade into his gut with surgical accuracy. She quickly retreated, her instincts guiding her to maintain distance as the effect of her blade’s poison began to take hold. The assassin’s movements faltered as his body betra

I turned to face her straight on, I grabbed her face with both of my hands, leaned down, and kissed her. She fought me the first few seconds of the kiss. But after, she melted into it, deepening the kiss by opening her mouth and letting my tongue explore. I panicked and didn’t know what else to do. Everything about this kiss felt right; the thing that was missing from my life was finally found. This assassin was my life, my future. I was going to do everything in my power to keep her and try not to get shot in the process.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

"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."