Badass Female Assassin Books Novels & Stories

Successful, I pin him down to take my killing blow. I stab four more times on his heart just to make sure that he was surely dead. Gushes of blood splurge in directions off to the ground and parts of my skin, robe, and face. His painful roar falters and I watch the life drain out of him. When I am sure that he is dead, I abandon his body and pick myself back up. Ezekiel looks at me with his mouth wide open, "That was something else. So you are the mysterious female assassin they were all talking about."

Identity Crisis Victor watched her from several feet away. He was mesmerized as she glided toward him with an effortless grace. Her skin was glowing and glistening like a fine piece of jewelry as it caught the candlelight setting in the room. A soft smile played on Victor’s lips as he momentarily averted his gaze, savoring a sip of his rich red wine. The taste lingered on his palate, but he couldn't resist the magnetic pull of her presence, drawing his eyes back toward her breathtaking figure.

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.

Thankfully, most of the stuff just involved hacking into certain systems and unraveling encryptions for a couple of Assassins. I look around the living empty living room and glimpse into my room, but it’s empty. Heart pounding with panic, I check the bathroom, but it’s also empty. It’s only when I hear sounds coming from my gym that my breathing steadies. I watch from the shadows as April practices a couple of fighting moves. At one point, she takes two knives from my weapons wall and expertly twirls and throws them. She really is good. Maybe even better than me. I’m just not sure if I want to be with another Assassin. I know that I’m being unfair, but I meant it when I said that I needed ti

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

He freaked out. "I'm good at shooting. Trust me," she reassured him. "But you're not my bodyguard. Now just shut up," he shouted at her. She snatched the gun from his man and instantly fired at the goon who was about to shoot them after coming from behind the pillar. She impressed Andrew with her skills. He just stared at her in amazement. This woman was something else for him, and he liked her more and more—her fearlessness, her carefree attitude, and the way she fought with the goons. She was perfect for the Mafia Boss Andrew as if God had made her for him alone.

They looked to be in disarray and falling over each other by now. She stepped back into the fray attacking the closest man who had tripped over his own colleague who she had just deflected his sword. She stabbed her dagger into his eye socket and hastily pulled it free. She then stepped into the four men left and slashed one man’s inner thigh. Leanunya then dodged a stab and pulled the attacker so he attacked and stabbed his own ally. She then stabbed the back of the man’s neck when he passed by her and looked at the remaining man. She watched as he turned to run but lunged forward stabbing him in the back where his heart was supposed to be. She removed her blade and looked over the dead men

she told me with a set face. Is she the one who came up with the name? I stepped away from her and I noticed she had a basket of flowers in her arm. “What if I buy the book instead, but still want to read it here?” “Then, that would be better,” she said and peered at the book I got. "It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers."

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

And as her ass jiggled with each step she took in her fucking pink sundress, I knew I couldn't really blame khaki shorts. Kayla was a lethal combination. She was dark honey. Sweet and irresistible, she carried an air of boldness around her, and was assertive when she needed to be. She held her ground and she was super independent. And there was an edge underneath all that sharpness, an edge of darkness that told you she was a minx in the sheets. And she was. So I couldn't blame him, but that didn’t mean every tom, dick and harry with khaki shorts could eye-fuck her in the streets.