Best Assassin Books Novels & Stories

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.

I'd trusted Ava and for some reasons, everything went down the hill. A voice in my head kept asking why I was trusting Cassien so easily. And although I still hated his guts, I'm able to walk freely because of him. Who knows where I'd have ended up if his team didn't get me? Fuck, I didn't want to owe anyone. The plan was simple, straight forward and was supposed to be a piece of cake to execute. If not for the fact that I was going after one of the largest mafia in the city and a very dangerous person. My mind drifted back to the room where I'd woken up, with Cassien feets away from me. His worry stricken face and his beautiful blue eyes. I'd willingly give myself to swim in them. Cassien u

“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”

~ 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.

"You won’t be given ten years, Sameera. You don’t have that luxury." I stiffened. "Training starts with the mind. If you don't change your mindset, you won't survive here. You need to forget whatever fantasies you have of revenge—at least for now. Keep your anger, bury it deep, but don’t act on it until you're strong enough to do something about it." Her voice dropped slightly, a grim seriousness in her tone. "The only way out of here is to rise in rank. The only way to rise in rank is to complete assassinations. A great number of them."

"Yes, you are the best at it, baby, but you also have other skills. We have been trained to be the best at what we do. But if we rely on weapons right off the back. It also means my plans weren't airtight, and they were flawed. And that would be unacceptable." Everyone in the room knew Victor was a mastermind at planning sharp, successful missions, whether in the jungle, sea, air, or big city. That was his specialty as an ex-Marine Ops in the military. He did his homework so thoroughly that A.W.S.E. rarely had to use their weapons in all their missions. "Don't worry, Seungchan; I've arranged for all our ammunition to be in America if needed." Victor said as he gave him a slight smile. Then

The Blonde hair assured him. "Good! You know about the Russian's next plan?" His Boss asked. "Yes." "I heard from your Master that their best Assassin is taking on the case. He seemed so much confident that he will succeed." The Boos smirked. "If he doesn't succeed?" Blonde hair asked. "He will be captured by Damien Malcolm and the secret will be exposed. Naturally The Puppet Vice President is sent there to die so of course he must die. Kill him, keep the secret, Then Blame Damien Malcolm for it and boom! Three beds has been killed with one stone!" After speaking he placed the cigarettes in his mouth.

It was Mack, the son of the crime boss that had ordered her father's murder. For a moment, she was stunned. She couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. But then she remembered the years of training and discipline that had led her to this moment and steadied herself. Mack was just another job, and she was determined to complete it. As she made her way out of the bar, her thoughts were consumed by Mack and the revelation of his identity. She had never hesitated before, but something about him had made her pause. She had to remind herself that she was an assassin, and feelings had no place in this line of work.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and