Assassination On Mustafar Novels & Stories

"Did you just order an execution on Aksan Rahmawan? Through Kris, maybe?" "What?" Jani immediately sat up. "Me? Order an execution?" "Because Aksan was almost assassinated on the inner-city expressway last night. Someone rammed his car, trying to force him off the elevated section. He survived because someone else came to his rescue. But nobody knows who that person was." "I-I haven't given any orders to anyone since that whole pinky-finger package incident. Do I look like a real mafia boss who can just order someone killed that easily? I'm only waiting for instructions from Uncle Bas. Or you."

Occasionally, when my convoy passed through the harbor, he would stop whatever he was doing and look from a distance. Just one glance. I lowered the blinds. Late that night, three surviving members of an old assassination crew infiltrated the docks, planning to plant explosives along the route I was scheduled to take the following morning. Leon noticed something was wrong. He drove the tip of his crutch through one man's throat, strangled another with wire, then fought the third barehanded in the mud until the man shattered Leon's remaining good leg. Leon collapsed into the filthy rainwater and rammed the broken end of the crutch into the assassin's neck.

She didn’t move again. I stared for a moment, stunned, but the adrenaline kept me alert. Luca lowered his gun, his expression grim. “She’s gone,” he said, voice steady, leaving no room for argument. The room was silent except for the distant echo of gunfire fading outside. The threat was over, the chaos ended, but the cost was clear. Dominic and Dinara. The two people closest to me. My wife and my own younger brother. Two people who should have been family. Who should have protected me as fiercely as I had protected them? And yet here they lay, dead by the result of their own plan. Their plan to assassinate me. Their plan is to get me out of the picture.

“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

“Anastasiya Van Houten, whose identity had been leaked after her demise, a once-respected agent of Nova Command known popularly as Agent Twelve, went rogue in what officials are calling an act of paranoia and jealousy. She was accused of attempting to assassinate Prime Minister Malcom Reece and his fiancée before ultimately being neutralized” Neutralized. They meant me. The article went on, painting me as a dangerous and unstable individual—someone who had let madness consume her. They had rewritten my entire story. “Her actions led to a deadly fall off a cliff, resulting in her death. Due to the nature of her crimes, her remains have been denied a proper burial and marked for incineration u

Severin said, "Mister Manny from Yusky, accompanied by their family's Elders, came to Drackham to assassinate me. However, I have already killed them." "What!" Calum exclaimed, taking in a sharp breath of air. Then he gritted his teeth in anger and said, "Damn it, this Yacob has quite the audacity. It seems that they still can't accept the fact that you became the Supreme Leader. They dare to send people to assassinate you. They're truly seeking death."

“He’s still breathing and we’re doing everything we can to save him. And we’re gonna keep doing everything we can. Another breath, remember, through the nose. There you go. I need you to let go of his hand now, ma’am. Come and take a seat over here please. I need you to trade places with me now.” Camron’s voice came again, loud but tired and winded. “We’re running out of blood,” she said. “He’s gonna bleed out if we don’t get there soon.” ADAN They were in Adan’s car and speeding up a mountain road within minutes of the failed assassination attempt. Adan hadn’t let his temper boil over yet. There was no time. He and Kerr had watched as their hitman aimed and fired at Nolan, hitting the princ

This time, Berriwott had tears streaming down his cheeks as he gave away the names of his accomplices “Janon Trueman, Lilith Malfoy, Vox Madero and Kalifa Zeidner.” Khronos hummed and I was honestly surprised. Janon struck me odd when he didn’t bother to increase his security after the Night Walker’s killing spree so I imagined he was innocent. Now that I had names, there was only one thing left to do. “You will count to a hundred after your ropes are undone before triggering the device Rion handed you. You will remain seated where you are and tell no one about what happened in this room.”

Failed assassinations generally ended in the murder… of the assailant. Nonetheless, I would have to tiptoe around the confession to the crime and hope that I sound believable enough. He let go of me and paced around the room, breathing heavily, his huge strides engulfing the space and making the whole room seem smaller. I internally prayed for him to just leave but it was not to be. He was suddenly on me again, grabbing my throat and pushing me down onto the bed as he towered over me, his legs trapping mine between them as they dangled off the edge of the bed.

He might not be showing it, but I know he is hiding his disappointment in this turnaround of events. I’m sitting atop of the horse in front of Brother Terrence while we are heading back to the capital. Really? I never thought that the assassin will be dead. Liebert reported that the assassin had a poison hidden in its mouth. Or he hadn’t and there have been a foul play to silence him. This is really tricky. I mean they are really tricky.