Badass Female Assassin Books Novels & Stories

For them, bliss was equivalent to no b*tchy-asses trying to put you six feet under the ground. Zion took a bite out of the brownies and pressed a button on the laptop and on the projector screen several blurry pictures of a woman figure, which were probably taken from a distance appeared, "...that's the places she last appeared. Killed thirteen burly guys without even sweating. Quite secretive and purely professional. A sexy assassin with surprises" "Not-so-Gentlemen, I present to you, black swan!" Then he pressed another button and played a blurry clip of a woman, killing men with knife and blades. In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven.

It was a woman’s voice, speaking in heavily accented English. Goldman and Emerald Devil’s hearts shuddered as they turned toward the source of the voice. There, a woman in a skin-tight leather jacket with long, fiery red hair and sanguine piercers in her hand stepped forward. “Bloody Rose.” Goldman remained calm, but Emerald Devil failed to keep his composure. It was because the person who had just arrived was also an assassin. Emerald Devil was ranked 14th on the world’s assassin ranking, while Bloody Rose ranked ninth.

"Uh... ok boss, but none of the guys really want to hang out with her. She's really... um... wild." Wild was one way to put it. Crazy would be more acurate. She had no empathy for anyone and coldly executed the orders that were given to her with no emotion whatsoever. Not even anger. That made her the most dangerous assassin in the world. She was perfect. I had wanted her for years, but she wouldn't even look at me. I had always figured she was a lesbian, but who knew? Maybe she was actually a man. No woman could possibly be that powerful.

Sparks burst in the dark. Lyra scrambled backward as the two men slammed into a shelf, sending ancient books crashing around them. The assassin fought like smoke—there one second, gone the next. Cassian fought like certainty. Precise. Efficient. Deadly. But then the hood slipped. Lyra saw a woman. Young. Pale. A thin scar slicing across one eyebrow. And eyes she knew. Silver-blue. Veyra eyes. Her breath caught. The woman saw the recognition on Lyra’s face and smiled.

The female assassins are also known as 'Femme Fatales' they are trained to seduce the Dons into giving them their most private information before they strike and take his life. By leaving a trail of misery and disaster in their wake and ensuring that there are no diversions or liabilities, Neriman was deprived of the opportunity to begin her own family. She wanted to leave this life behind along with her twin brother, but when they were forced to do the unthinkable to save Sedar's wife, she stood by Sedar because she loved his wife Mercedes for befriending her the moment they met. It is why Neriman has become very overprotective of Mercedes and I have a feeling she will be the same with Mila

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

She was one of them, but I didn't know why she accepted my invitation to meet me. My goal was to investigate the mastermind who liked to kill me. Based on what I had recalled, those assassins told me the mastermind was a woman. Despite my attempts to know more about them, I constantly ended up with the information that they were a group of assassins. “It's really surprising to hear you want to talk with me. You make me curious about your intentions; that's why I let you have a chance to see me.” she added, curled her lips, and roamed her eyes around like she expected me to attend our meeting with a lot of warriors. “Oh, it's too disappointing because I thought you would bring most of your wa

A career drenched in blood. She’s a masterpiece of destruction. But she doesn’t know how obvious her cracks are. She’s not like the others they’ve sent. There’s been a string of women before her who’ve tried to kill me, and they’ve all been unsuccessful. I’ve always managed to get rid of them before they could ever execute their plan. Pathetic little bitches thinking they could run game on me when I owned these streets, and I was smarter than anybody else out there. It didn’t mean I couldn’t have a bit of fun, use them for my own twisted desires and bait in my missions, giving them the false hope that they were on my trusted side.

Three more assassins launched themselves at her together, shadows darting through the storm-lit arena. Anana did not flinch. She stood her ground. As the first blade sliced through where her neck had been, she bent, her movement impossibly precise, her hair brushing the sand. Her hand snapped out, catching one assassin by the arm. Her leg arched up in a perfect, deadly swing. Her heel struck his spine. The sound was revolting… bones shattering, his body folding in half at the waist. He dropped into two broken pieces onto the sand, his eyes wide but already dead.