Assassination Note Novels & Stories

'' Sylvia said. ''And how will you know that or are you suddenly a seer?'' Remus asked. Sylvia detected an angry undertone in his voice but the last thing she would do was to pick up a fight with him. This was not the time for that, at all. ''I've been very observant and if both attacks are related then we're dealing with one person. Now, have you noticed that after every attack, the attacker leaves something behind? The first one at the gala was the assassins who were killed, bearing your insignia. Now, this note was left.''

The officer hesitated before speaking, looking directly into Nick’s eyes. “There has been another assassination in town, this morning,” Nick ran his hand through his black hair, he had forgotten all about that other case, because of Gonzalez’s case. Now that assassin was at it again, and from the little intel he had gathered. That particular assassin only operated once a week.

So he had seen the sinful temptation trotting down. My eyes narrowed at him, I was in no mood. I threw the python 357 on the table. The gun belonged to my dead father, no sentiments, I like its unique design. “What the f*ck are you doing here?” I asked calmly undoing my cufflinks. I don’t wear ties, ever. Undoing buttons to calm me out of this suffocating situation, I looked up to see him observing me with keen eyes. I raised a brow and he shook his head in deep vexation.

An hour had passed, and I stood in the small backroom of the safe house, staring at one photo taped to the wall. It had been taken two years ago. Nathan. Alex. Me. Back when we were still pretending we were civilized. Back when betrayal wasn't our currency. Bellion trailed in behind me, slower this time. "The media's in a frenzy. Anonymous tip sent the story to all the major outlets. They're claiming it was an assassination attempt." I didn't flinch. "Let them." His voice was deep. "You know what's next." "Yeah," I said. "And I'm ready."

Cassian and I will go in as ghosts—and come out with their empire aflame. Or so was the plan Until the note arrived. Left on our doorstep late at night. Just a single line, written in blood-red ink: "She's watching. And she's already decided who dies next." I glance at it. And for the first time in days, I felt something colder than revenge. Dread. Cassian finds me still holding the note. "Someone dropped this in," I whisper, handing it to him. He reads it. His jaw clenches. "It's her."

Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin. The short black and white gown that hugged her slim body created a familiar heat inside Antonio. The Don tightly shut his eyes to get rid of the flaming lust inside of him that was beginning to build up. Another body passed through the door with a file in his hand. “What you asked for Don.” The guard spoke, handing over the brown enveloped file containing Alina's background information to his boss. There was a minute silence before Antonio's voice rattled “you see,” he began, raising the papers up. “I just ran a background check on you.”

It looked like he was hypnotizing her with time. "Stay away .." She spoke again almost reaching for the trigger. And just at that moment Dimitrios grabbed her hand and made her point that barrel towards the ceiling. The shot was fired making a buzzing sound in her ears and it was enough for Dimitrios to distract her to snatch the revolver away. Throwing it at John he grabbed her by her neck and started dragging her out of the room like a mad man. But not before missing what Derek had mumbled behind him. "You are raising your own death sentence. Your own Assassin."

The feeling of revenge is something out of this world, a feeling worth enjoying. * * * * ( News report) Mr. Peter's was brutally murdered by an assassin and as usual,his eyes were removed.. We believe the assassin is a female because she always leaves a crying female doll on the crime scene..The police are trying to get to the root of this matter.... Voice gradually fades... Anita's POV I sat on the couch watching some action movies when Anna entered the house. The door requires password to open, that's why she was able to enter the house without ringing the door bell.

Then Cassidan didn’t come back from the refreshment tents. At first we thought he’d just stepped away for air. Damon went to look, then me. Minutes stretched and we had not found him. My wolf clawed at my skin as panic rose to my stomach. When we found the note pinned to his cloak with a dagger—left right there in the open—it turned my blood to ice. She did this. The murderess strikes again.

The drywall behind the big dark brown study table had many newspaper clippings and notes stuck to it using small daggers. He leaned against his table as he stared at the wall with a sharp gaze. After all his research and investigation, he could conclude that they were independent assassins who killed indiscriminately. He managed to link all the cases that they were responsible for and tracked down the clients of each case. That included the Marquess, whom Austin had already harshly dealt with. Using his influence, Austin suppressed any gossip and made it such that the Marquess's death was reported as a mere accident on the road.