Novel & Cerita Assassins Lahaye

"We are setting a trap for him. Up till now, we don't know why he has been killing our members but if there is one thing we are sure of it is that one of the objectives is to set fear into our hearts. That is why his next prey is going to be a trap. So far he has only been killing maids from the kitchen and our soldiers. We know the range of ages he has chosen and I want you to release all the soldiers at the borders from their duty and invite them all to the party. Place only six maids in the kitchen and none of them should know of the mission. Finally, ask 12 warriors who took the blood oath to be around the pack house and one of them will be Arden," "So what is the plan?"Aslan asked. "Our

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’ve been working with my brother, Declan, and his enclave of Assassins since then. Long story short, The Confradia is an obscure government agency of Assassins in charge of creating balance in a world where money can erase the most heinous of crimes. A couple of years ago, Declan and the other Assassins dubbed me with the codename Sythe. Aside from Logan “Hades” Blake, the West Coast director of the Confradia, I’m the Confradia’s top hacker. Even though I’ve gone on assignments and used my assassin skills, I’m not quite of the same caliber as my brother and the other assassins. For one, I only go on group missions. Unlike the top assassins, I am not assigned individual targets because my ma

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.

“When she didn’t return my calls, I assumed she must be here, with you. You are her mate after all.” “Who are you exactly?” I demanded. To my knowledge, only Selene’s family had known we were mated, and all of them knew she was dead. “Forgive me, Alpha. My name is Alistair.” He nodded his head respectfully. “I must admit, I absconded from Cerathe under false pretenses. I am, or was rather, the leader of the assassin’s guild.” “Selene is dead.” I stated bluntly. “You of all people should know that. She left on an assignment and I felt our bond shatter. I felt her die.”

Cassandra looked at me, nodding, giving me the permission to go and kill those who we were sure were part of the massacre that killed our family years ago. I growled despite my pain, jumping on them one by one, either detaching their heads from their bodies or their throats, ripping them off. I looked at the rest of the Lycans, our backups, who took them one by one, watching as they ran before chasing them, enjoying the predator and prey game. However, I couldn’t manage keeping up as my forearm gave up on me, forcing me to limp, making me stop. I looked at Iris who ran toward me, supporting me with her body. I purred, rubbing my muzzle against hers.

I decided to pour Drex another shot. We both remained silent. “I killed a fucking kid Lain…and I would rather not do this shit anymore.” There was no time to show weakness. And the dark tide has always made sure of that. “Drex just have a goodnight sleep, and you'll feel better in the morning.” He scoffed in annoyance. “No kidding, only you'd talk about sleeping after murdering an entire country without feeling guilty!” He yelled furiously. The other assassins turned to look at our table with shock, whispering among themselves.

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