Assassin Smoker Novels & Stories

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.

she said, her voice low and filled with venom. The assassin smirked, leaning closer. “We’ll see about that.”

This time, the new smoke hoops looked deadlier than the last puff. “Shit!” The sniper cussed as the enraged boss monster enveloped the area in a white smokescreen. It was a sniper’s worst nightmare. With her only ally incapacitated, Sasha wished they didn’t split up with the Death Princess. Loading her gun but unable to find her target, Sasha fired shots in every direction.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

“You have won for now but I’ll make sure it won’t last that long.” When the laptop was finally good, she sat down and logged on to the agency’s system using Damon’s access codes. She hurriedly retrieved all the information she needs in less than ten minutes in order not to be tracked. She then switched to a black-market online page and ordered firearms, ammunition and gear, using the card given to her. After every thing was done, she went to the garage and saw that Don Ramon had provided her a modified motorbike. “You knew me well enough, old man,” she chuckled as she finished scrutinizing the vehicle as well as the tool cabinet. She went back inside and started dismantling the firearm, gett

the man gasped in awe, before Torch hit him “Slasher has her sarong; she can wrap it around your hand.” “I’m fine” Torch grunted and wiped his hand onto his pants. I looked over to the other person at the park, to see Slasher glancing at us. She was wearing a flower one-piece swimsuit, with a red and orange sarong wrapped around her waist. Her Band was decorated with bright beads; more wrapped around a large sunhat that shaded her stern face. When I looked past Slasher, I saw Assassin poke his head from around a stall further up. When he noticed that I had spotted him, he quickly disappeared.

"Come on, don't say that. I once saved your life." "Did I or did I not say I'd kill you the next time I see your face?" He choked for air as she tightened her grip on his neck. She felt the air shift behind her and turned around quickly, beheading the assassin with Meatpacker's sword. The head falls on the ground and the body on the branch, blood oozing from his body. "Always so fucking predictable." She said through gritted teeth "It was worth a try." She pressed the sword against his throat, putting a little pressure with each passing moment.

Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not willing to even entertain the idea. I made my way to the changing room, cursing myself for not following the back exit as I struggled to walk through the sea of gyrating people. I quickly changed and stepped in front of the mirror to do my smoky makeup before applying multiple layers of watermelon lipgloss. I paused to look at my eyes. It took me a while to get used to looking at them. I had segmental heterochromia; both eyes were green, but my left iris had a dusting of gold at the bottom.

“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.

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c