Novel & Cerita Assassination Karma

I replied ignoring the dark stare she gave me. "Are you sure about that?" she queried and I nodded positively. A moment of silence went by before she finally told me what was on her mind: "I heard you killed many of your assistants just because they didn't do the work well or if you wanted them and they refused, then you killed them," "Luna! Tamsyn !"I groaned hearing what rumors about me. If someone else had said it, I wouldn't have protested but in the case of Tamsyn, it didn't sit well with me. I could feel anger rising in my veins.

Sumakay na ako sa kotse ko this day i feel -- happy,excited and i don't know basta ang alam ko masaya akong napatay ko na ang pumatay sa pamilya ko at hindi lang yun dahil hahati hatiin ko muna ang katawan nila bago sunugin Mabulok sana kayo sa impyerno! "This is my revenge!!walabakong ititira sa pamilya nyo kahit isa kagaya ng pagpatay nyo sa pamilya ko na ultimo walang kamuang muang na bata ay pinatay nyo nalang ng basta basta ng walang kahirap hirap.

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

The atmosphere was electric, charged with the gravity of the impending confrontation with Satan. As Asmo finished his briefing, the silence was shattered by the sudden inquiry from the lady under Satan's control. Her voice echoed off the cold, metallic surfaces, carrying a sense of impending doom. The tension in the room thickened as she accused Asmo of underestimating the all-powerful Saturn, a name used by the criminal underworld to refer to Satan. As the realization dawned that she was under Satan's influence, a palpable sense of dread settled over the assembled assassins.

“I was wrong, Mr. Lee. I confess that I did Mr. White dirty. He killed himself to save us, but we betrayed him. We don’t deserve to be called humans.” He started slapping himself. Karma hit Zach back hard. “Take him away. Tomorrow is my buddy’s death anniversary. He can repent his sins to my buddy’s grave.” Kaze waved his arm.

He had taken a vow that he would never give anything to do with the FBI or an ything again but thinking about his past associates and the assassination of his three closest childhood friends he couldn’t but come in. Thinking about all their murders and the strategies the deadly wolf team used to kill them even when it wasn't an electoral period where they’d had to pay with their blood, then the famous Kate Freddie is truly his Karma. After the meeting with the surveillance Security Corps the awareness of his nemesis had so blinded his thought of reasoning for real. I mean, how could you talk about his three closest associates that were killed? Without no reason or defamation of reputation at

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

“And we’re happy that the asshole is dead?” “We’re fucking ecstatic that the asshole is dead, Jo. He went on the run after killing Hailey and it never sat right with me that he got away with murder. What happened to him feels right. It feels like justice. Not the kind that the cops and courts talk about, but a different kind, something darker and more primal. Justice like – I don’t know like what. Like something else.” “Like karma,” Jo supplied. “Like an avenging god, like the universe resetting the balance, like a biblical atoning of sins. The most divine and Old Testament justice that there is, the kind that goes beyond the laws of man straight to the savage heart of natural law.”

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.