Badass Female Assassin Books Novels & Stories

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

Don Niko didn't save me from the hands of death only for me to betray him like this. ‘You already messed up. Retrace your fucking steps Thalia,’ my innervoice urged me, making me slip my hands into my bag. My fingers curled tightly around the gun, my heart fluttering with fear as I slowly pulled it out. In my three years of murdering people, I'd never felt so scared to shoot someone. Christ. Was this what it felt like to be dickmatized? I discarded the thought. I wasn't weak. I wasn't sentimental. It was just sex and nothing more. It didn't change the fact that he was my target to assassinate.

she said, giving a killer smile that somehow still looked playful. "Wow—so you're planning revenge? But how? You're alone, aren't you? Let me help you." "I'm not alone. I have people working for me secretly—girl assassins who act as my eyes and ears. They don't know everything about me, though—I keep my true self hidden so the enemy can't use it against me." "Is that so? Girl power—how exciting."

Warm blood splattered across Serena’s face. The assassin slowly looked downward as a blade protruded clean through their chest. Silence. Absolute silence fell. Then— …the blade ripped out of his body violently backward and the assassin collapsed into the mud. Dead. Serena dropped to her knees coughing violently. Heavy footsteps approached slowly through the rain. A young woman emerged from the darkness. She had long dark hair soaked by rain and sharp green eyes. Twin blades in her hands. She looked young and beautiful, but just as deadly…

~ Rhys ~ Benny led him to the storage room, confirming the inventory of the books. Rhys was taken aback when he realized that Amira, the woman who had attempted to assassinate him, a vicious rogue, someone he considered beneath him, was the mastermind behind such an ingenious idea.

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.

But until then I have revenge cooking up in my head. “Jayson Woods and Miss. Water doesn't know what you release!” Enjoy hurting me and making me feel this way broken. So, enjoy it! This is the last time I will ever let anyone hurt me! That's a promise! To Be Continued. The story about Ashely Williams and Jayson Woods. Coming July 2022 The Badass and the Beta Revenge Part Two Book Two.

He already had the idea of who was coming for him, and my grin widened. She finally stepped into the light, exuding so much confidence and power, as she sauntered towards our direction. The pricey, fur cloak around her shoulders, highlighted her elegance and style. She still remained just as I had always known her. "Marcelo Del Ponte!" She purred in delight, looking down at my rolled up sleeves. "Isabella Gonzalez!" I called out her name in response, watching her grin widen. As always, she was flanked by a number of fierce looking females, all clad in black leather suits. Isabella led an army of the most lethal assassins money can hire, and they are all females.

I could see Sienna standing behind Prince Nikolai, her bruised face twisted into a grotesque, triumphant smile as she watched the sea of assassins swarm the pit. They think I am helpless because my feet are burned, I thought, my chest heaving as my inner wolf, Aurelia, clawed at the walls of my mind. They think I am an omega trapped in their arena. "Target the female!" the leader of the assassins shrieked from the upper ledge, raising a heavy brass horn. "Ignore the Alphas! Her head is worth ten thousand imperial gold crowns!" At his command, twenty assassins abandoned their combat with the Crimson pack guards and leapt simultaneously into the sunken pit, raining down from above with silver