Assassins Books Novels & Stories

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."

I could not help but ask. Assassins are also called death squads because of their fierce loyalty. In their books, it is either them or their target would die. There was never a time when an assassin was bought by the other party. Upon hearing my question, Lewis’ eyes twinkled even more like a young boy who was eager to show off, before saying, “Don’t worry. I already caught and tampered their souls.”

I say in annoyance as I smooth down my hair. He chuckles, “My apologies, now what can I do for what?” “Recently myself and another found ourselves being the targets of someone who seems to be manipulating people in our profession to end each other. I’ve found several cases of double homicides that are just chalked up to nasty cases of self-defence gone bad, but the causes of death in those cases all link up to assassins who all vanished without a trace. Of course, I now know what happened to them. I want to find the son of a bitch who put a target on my back and make him regret it. I figured if anyone would have answers regarding the disappearances of assassins, it would be you… Master,” I s

It’s so juvenile. “I can honestly say I’ve heard nothing about Blacktop,” I say unemotionally. Blacktop is, of course, another assassin, known for killing his victims by running them down. He either makes it look like a simple hit-and-run or sets up a patsy to take the fall. Not the most creative way to kill someone, but it does get the job done. “Well, he won’t be competing this year because he went and got himself killed,” she says in amusement.

It was as if he wanted the world to know who was behind the violence, taunting the authorities who had failed to catch him for five years and counting. I am an assassin too, but I kill only when sent to do so. I made sure my targets were truly evil, and my killing motives were driven by the bastard who had murdered my innocent parents. Since that day, I had vowed to eradicate all the bad people I ever set my eyes on, and Cassius was next in line.

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

“Exactly. The Blue Team members thought exactly like you did, and that was why Blue Mantis fell so easily to someone who should have had a bit of difficulty overcoming him. This is war. You can decorate it however you want; you can find rules to make it more civil; but it would still be what it is – it would still be war. As long as one has a good brain, one could find one’s way around any rules and regulations and bend it to one’s favor. That is brilliance. That is strategy. Assassins hide in the dark and seek ‘unfair’ ways to put an end to a threat. People say they disdain such a practice, yet assassins are filthy rich. If they disdain such practices, why are assassins still getting contra

“Did she tell you why?!” Zach’s eyes narrowed and he approached Damon. “Don’t tell me that you had a hand on this as well,” he said hardly. He turned towards Alex, who only remained silent and staring at Damon straightly. “You’re an accomplice on this. Looks like I’ll be seeing my brother again, aren’t I, Mr. Buchanan?!” “Buchanan?” Cameron, their father asked in surprise, turning towards Damon. “Is he Jonathan Buchanan’s son?” “And, heir,” Zach added dryly. “Damon Buchanan, I am placing you under arrest for being an accomplice in the vehicular manslaughter of Amelia Jane Walters and Ashley Walters.”