Assassin Series Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sometimes I wonder if being a hitman's apprentice had anything to do with my emotionally repressed state. Pulling myself out of the stupor, I checked the time and started the cogs in my mind. I had a good hour or so to kill but that didn't give me enough time to finish the book I was reading. Then my line of sight fell onto Kevin. An evil grin formed as I went through the numerous experiments I would like to do with his newest update. As if the virtual assistant could feel uneasiness, Kevin repeatedly questioned my unusual expression even after receiving no answers.

I smiled, sitting a cup of coffee before each of them and taking my seat at the table. “Do you really want me dead?” Lizzy asked. “Direct.” I laughed. “I like that in a person. To answer your question, no. I don’t want you dead, I never did.” “Why did momma think you did then?” She demanded. “I can’t answer that for you. She’s the only one that truly knew why she ran. I suspect it’s because her mate was murdered by assassins on orders from King Jonas. It would make sense that she didn’t trust me, maybe even feared me, because I was an assassin myself.” I replied.

“You probably want to know what happened, huh?” I nod my head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, then he takes another breath and explains. “Well, from what we were able to gather, Kazik sent in one of his men to kill us. He shot me in the shoulder, but it was just a graze. Unfortunately, the bastard killed my assistant Sam, and my Assassin, Drex. Obviously, it was an ambush because he did some damage.” I swallow hard, trying to lubricate my throat before I croak out. “What happened to me? How long have I been here?”

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

He looked at mum who smiled before taking a step back. “I want them all dead, mainly these two” she said pointing at me and Alessio. The two of us glared at her before Alessio took out his gun and handed it to me. “We’re going to need to kill them” Alessio said taking out his spare gun. He handed me the ammunition to my gun and loaded his own gun while looking at the men who were surrounding us “take your bullets, and keep the spare ones in your pocket” “You’re treating me as if it’s the first time I’ve used a gun” I said loading the gun before pulling the trigger on one of the men who tried approaching us. Paolo shot three men, and Yasmina just slaughtered a man before approaching us.

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

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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

“We are the proof they want to erase.” My stomach twists. I think of the arrows that came from nowhere. “That attack on you… Was that the purist faction?” “We haven’t been able to find anything out about that.” Frustration bleeds into his words. “Whoever sent those assassins covered their tracks well.” I reach for another book, this one smaller, leather-bound. The title catches my eye: A Compendium of Magical Bloodlines. I flip it open and skim the pages until two words jump out at me.

He puffed deeply, inhaling the menthol smoke, which buzzed against the back of his throat. Stupid motherfuckers. All of them. Especially Deyquan, ragging on his terrorist theory. Like he knew any better. Such bullshit. Seriously. A girl dead in the bathroom, drowned in a fucking sink. Who did that? Not your average psycho-serial killer. That was straight-up, hardcore assassin shit. Like stabbing someone’s brain through their eye with a pen. Or strangling them with piano wire. He should know. He played Assassin’s Creed and Call of Duty and Splinter Cell, 24-7. He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too.