Badass Female Assassin Books Novels & Stories

A true assassin can use anything as a weapon. A single needle was enough to kill. The female assassin moved with lightning speed, the air whistling with her motion. In a split second, Austin's pupils constricted to the extreme. He rolled to the side, breaking free from the assassin's grip on his chest, and landed on the floor. Before he could get up, the room darkened as the assassin leaped over the bed, diving toward him. "Get off!" Austin kicked upward with explosive force, his powerful leg muscles sending the assassin flying.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

"This is why I trained you this way. You thought you were getting better, but the moment I raised the stakes, you faltered. Overconfidence is more dangerous than poison itself." He stood up and paced around me. "In our pack, female assassins are trained differently from the males. Strength alone won’t save you. Deception, knowledge, and precision will. Before they learn how to fight, they learn about potions and poisons. Why? Because a blade may fail you, but a well-placed drop of poison never does."

This little secretary of mine should have been home an hour earlier. “Sir, I-I have made the arrangements.” She bent her head and her voice dropped octaves, as she circled the desk with hesitant steps. Stupida donna. (Stupid Woman.) Her velvet-coated seductive voice hit right on my erect shaft. He was impressed, any hot-blooded male would be looking at the willing chick who came armed with arsenal. I was hard and she was hot and willing. No difficult calculation. She was almost close to the edge now, slowing treading forward. Like a lioness crouching magnificently for a hunt. The only sound that echoed in the room is the slow clicking of her stilettos on wooden flooring.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

“Boss! Why are you here instead of the clubhouse?” Alex jumped out of the SUV and rushed toward me. He reached for his handkerchief to dab the blood, but I shoved him aside. “Don’t touch it.” I slid into the backseat and slammed the door. “The woman who took my virginity gave me this. I’m wearing it like a medal.” Alex froze. I ignored him. Anastasia Chris… She was nothing like the trembling, delicate woman I assumed she was. She fought like someone who’d survived hell. Her stance, her reflex, her blade work everything screamed trained. Assassin? Mafia? Bodyguard? Something dangerous lived behind those eyes.

I smiled, sitting a cup of coffee before each of them and taking my seat at the table. “Do you really want me dead?” Lizzy asked. “Direct.” I laughed. “I like that in a person. To answer your question, no. I don’t want you dead, I never did.” “Why did momma think you did then?” She demanded. “I can’t answer that for you. She’s the only one that truly knew why she ran. I suspect it’s because her mate was murdered by assassins on orders from King Jonas. It would make sense that she didn’t trust me, maybe even feared me, because I was an assassin myself.” I replied.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for