Novel & Cerita Best Books About Assassins

He puffed deeply, inhaling the menthol smoke, which buzzed against the back of his throat. Stupid motherfuckers. All of them. Especially Deyquan, ragging on his terrorist theory. Like he knew any better. Such bullshit. Seriously. A girl dead in the bathroom, drowned in a fucking sink. Who did that? Not your average psycho-serial killer. That was straight-up, hardcore assassin shit. Like stabbing someone’s brain through their eye with a pen. Or strangling them with piano wire. He should know. He played Assassin’s Creed and Call of Duty and Splinter Cell, 24-7. He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too.

It taught me all the skills one should learn to be physically tough. Feeling such sentiment today, I reminded myself that it was not one of the teachings in our guild. Getting vulnerable emotionally is really the worst enemy an assassin would have to deal with. We were taught that an assassin should never get involved with things too emotionally. Because those useless emotions would only lead a person to his own doom, to his own hell. The next day, another activity was planned for the following day in accordance with the upcoming celebration for Richard Black's birthday. It is an open hunt for everyone, which means anyone who is willing to join the hunt can join.

“We are the proof they want to erase.” My stomach twists. I think of the arrows that came from nowhere. “That attack on you… Was that the purist faction?” “We haven’t been able to find anything out about that.” Frustration bleeds into his words. “Whoever sent those assassins covered their tracks well.” I reach for another book, this one smaller, leather-bound. The title catches my eye: A Compendium of Magical Bloodlines. I flip it open and skim the pages until two words jump out at me.

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

“Tsk. What’s so great about that person anyway.” Jay rolled his eyes and looked in Zeke's direction. “Dude, he’s like at the top of the top in the worldwide assassination board! He had already killed thousands or even millions of criminals from the moment his name was known in our world. The living legend who made all the police burn their hair off from causing havoc in that particular massacre years ago! Shit. He's every assassin's icon!" "And is that something to be proud of?" Jay was confused.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

"Listen up, boy!" "You're right. I'm a monster, and the Pearl mentioned in all those books. Yes, I killed Diego Corry, but there's one small detail every single book has forgotten to mention." I was grinning wickedly. I threw him down on the ground with force. I could hear him murmuring something to himself under his breath as he said, "I'm an assassin. People hire me when they can't fix their own problems. They hire me because I don't ask questions, and I'm the best at what I do." I could see that he was saying, "I'm an assassin."

“Exactly. The Blue Team members thought exactly like you did, and that was why Blue Mantis fell so easily to someone who should have had a bit of difficulty overcoming him. This is war. You can decorate it however you want; you can find rules to make it more civil; but it would still be what it is – it would still be war. As long as one has a good brain, one could find one’s way around any rules and regulations and bend it to one’s favor. That is brilliance. That is strategy. Assassins hide in the dark and seek ‘unfair’ ways to put an end to a threat. People say they disdain such a practice, yet assassins are filthy rich. If they disdain such practices, why are assassins still getting contra

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.