Badass Female Assassin Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Aaron solemnly uttered a name that was enough to strike fear into the hearts of people in the underworld. Mr. Marcus's hand holding the mouse trembled slightly. Camellia Smith... In the current international assassin rankings, two women dominate: Rose White and Camellia Smith. These two have been the most feared female killers in recent years, and they have been maintaining their positions on the top of the leaderboard for decades. What is most terrifying is that these two women come from the same training camp and are best friends. Every contract they take has been flawlessly executed, leaving no trace behind.

My heart raced as two rogues stepped inside, their faces devoid of warmth, a coldness that made me want to shrink away. “Get up,” one of them ordered, his voice rough like gravel. I stood my ground, unwilling to be intimidated. “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I snapped, crossing my arms defiantly. I’d seen enough of their brutality to know that submitting would only lead to more suffering. The rogue shot me a warning look, and I could sense the tension in the air as he stepped closer. “You don’t have a choice, lady. The Boss wants to see you.” “Tell the Boss to shove it!” I yelled, my voice echoing off the damp stone walls. I felt a surge of adrenaline, a primal instinct to fight back ris

So she chose the more exhausting method. "Damn this catastrophe," the female assassin cursed as she searched the apartment. She went through the place carefully for two reasons: to look for food, and to make sure there were no survivors. She pulled on winter clothes, concealing her full, alluring figure, then gathered up the last scraps of food in William's home and ate slowly. Her name was Electra Willow. Yes—she wasn't a local. She was a professional assassin. She was fluent in five languages, skilled in disguise, and highly trained in hand-to-hand combat.

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

It seemed she had been right after all. She had always known that her mother’s death was definitely unusual. But what baffled her the most was that the viper was involved. The vipers were a coded group of assassins. They wouldn’t just murder a single mother without a reason. Someone must have put her on the hit list. But the main question was who was rich enough to set a deal with the vipers just to deal with her mom. She was really confused and had no idea what to think. She soon got dressed with a lack of vigor and made her way towards the living room. It was empty and when she looked over to the dining place, she saw a bowl of bacon laid on the table with a note placed under it.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

My mind betrayed me, instantly conjuring the image: the cold glass against my front, the humid heat of his body at my back, and the terrifyingly beautiful contrast of the two. I felt my nipples harden against the thin silk of my dress, Every filthy detail sent throbs straight to my clit, making my toes curl inside my designer heels He shifted closer, his chest brushing my shoulder. "I can smell you, Fiesty. You smell like jasmine and... want. It’s driving me mad. I want to taste every inch of your neck while I’ve got your wrists locked behind your back. I want to hear that little hitch in your breath turn into a scream, and I want you to scream my name until your voice cracks, just so everyo

Now, it’s a good thing that we are all single and free from guys who will just gonna caused us pain. Tomorrow, this will reach tons of views, with Ara who has a lot of connections specially hackers. She was a gamer and she was literally addicted to computers so she spent her high school with gaming and exploring the web. It might not eb obvious to her, but she is a pro of computers. She’s sweet looking but surprisingly, who would have thought that she has this talent with computers. Hailee, she’s the bad bitch and spoiled brat. She always finds trouble with those wicked bitches out there who would try to fight with us. She never let a simple argument to slip and she make sure that at the end

It certainly was not the time to be chivalrous either, as female assassins never relied on brute strength but their beauty. By enticing and bewitching their targets, they were always able to find the perfect opportunity and strike. As such, the most dangerous killers all around would not be the top hitmen with a high body count—it was these seemingly unassuming ladies. And right now, Frank's priority was not Gigi the assassin—it was Pax instead. If Pax managed to flee and trigger the bomb, he and everyone else would be killed!