Best Assassin Novels & Stories

It was human. "No." Raina blinked. "What?" "I’ll do it. I’ll be his personal security. His shadow. Nobody gets to him unless they go through me." Raina pulled me aside, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Kenneth... how? You’re a... you’re a stripper. This is a professional hit squad we’re talking about." "There’s more to me than meets the eye, Fiesty," I said. "I can protect him better than any agency you hire. I’ll stay with him. I’ll be his guard."

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.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

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.

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

There happens to be just the last favrive I'll be needing for tonight's blow. An handkerchief, black in color. I manage to fold it … then carefully I tie it around my nose making my eyes show me the exact look as when I had dressed like a stripper and an assassin. Although I look the stripper more than the assassin but then who would be able to tell about looking like an assassin. I had never… noticed for Ice failed to hy the right target. Ince I have my eyes keys on them I get it done. My targets fall dead the moment I give them the last blow, be it a sharp knife, an hut,. Slump or if it meant suffocating them with my very own hands.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

I never hid anything from Alessio, he was my brother and I knew that I could trust him. "You're The assassin? The deadly?" He asked, unable to believe what he just heard. I nodded. I was waiting for him to snap at me or tell me that what I do isn't good but on the contrary, he smiled brightly at me. "I'm proud of you." He said, "My sister is the best assassin in the world. I can't be prouder." "My brother is the best sniper in the world. I can't be prouder." I mimicked making him laugh.

Number five on the assassin leaderboard, Midnight Wind. Number six on the assassin leaderboard, Savage. Number seven on the assassin leaderboard, Grim Reaper. Number nine on the assassin leaderboard, Scorpion. Number ten on the assassin leaderboard, Death Dance. Apart from the deceased Black Snake and the first on the assassin leaderboard, the Assassin King, James had recruited almost all of the top ten assassins. “Black Dragon, you promised to give us ten billion dollars.” The Wanderer ranked fourth on the assassin leaderboard requested the 10 billion dollars promised by James.