Assassination Karma Novels & Stories

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

Being the last assassin standing after the hunt she has gotten the right to kill the target and has seventy-two hours to execute the assassination or a hunt will be called on her head. He fidgeted in his seat while he wondered what he will do if the blonde doesn't wake up before the time expired. He stood up from his seat and began to pace the small hospital room. His finger went to his teeth as he began to chew on the already short fingers nails. This was a nervous habit of his and right now he was really nervous. Failure to complete a job means death. No mercy.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

It was exactly what the assassins wanted! They did not have the courage to imagine how badly Rheasia’s reputation would be affected for sure if Marissa was killed in Rheasia. On the other hand, how severely would the Insurgent Trifecta be punished as a result of that!? Satan and the Scarlet Witch walked over slowly and joined the dozen A-class assassins to surround Marissa. They were tightly packed around Marissa who was already akin to a pheasant ensnared in their trap for them to slaughter.

That was a mercy he’d be denied long into the night. The situation was simple. He couldn’t let her kill anyone else, especially not the way she intended. He’d been in this business long enough to know how revenge paid out with Karma in the end. All his connections—all Jay’s connections—they could only do so much if she used her signature medical treatment to outright kill someone. Even the kind of scum they were talking about now.

Alessia Romero ---------------- il veleno The anxiety sprouted in my nerves the more I watched the most ruthless man fight for his life. They say, karma is a real bitch and that was confirmed by the scene I was witnessing. He was tasting the poison that he used to offer to those innocent people out there. I wondered if he knew it was painful to die before he pulled the trigger and murder souls in a cold blood. I had a heart, but it was beating at a malicious degree when it came to the man in front of me. He needed to taste the pain. Maybe his death would mean salvation for me and others.

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and