Blind Assassin By Margaret Atwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

A deafening bang echoed in the quiet night. The specialized silver bullet ripped straight through my chest, blooming into a terrifying flower of blood. Agonizing pain consumed my entire body. The silver poison surged through my veins, frantically devouring what little life force I had left. I crashed to the floor. "Who's there?!" Caleb jolted awake. When he saw the scene in front of him, he looked like he'd been struck by lightning. Seeing he missed his target, the assassin crashed through the window and fled.

“I really wanted to drink your blood but before that, I would like to see you bathe on it. Just like that damn beast did to me, I’ll both kill you afterward.” “HAH!” Layla gasped when she felt her innards coming out of her body. Her sight hadn’t adjusted in the dark yet and she could barely see anything which made her other senses work more efficiently. She closed her eyes to easily adapt to the situation. It was unusual but since she was blindfolded for so long, she could better operate when her sight was blocked. “Take this!”

The advanced training had taught me that assassins could cover their scent to nearly undetectable levels, leaving what little could be detected smelling as if the owner was long gone. The sound of twigs snapping to my left caused me to whip around toward the sound. The scent I had detected was thicker in that direction. My ears laid flat against my head as I growled into the darkness, threatening whoever lurked there. A small man charged from between the brush. I howled in pain as he lunged at me, burying a silver dagger in my side.

She dodged the bullets cleanly without being hit. Percy eyes flicked to the other section of the screen to watch Poison take care of Lion. The stunning goth had killed her opponent using a needle containing poison. How the woman managed to sneak that in beats Percy imagination. He went back to watching Lightning. The blonde has come upon the weapon room. The excitement on her face when she saw the weapons made Percy think again that the blonde was really a through psychopath. Well all the assasins he had in the room at the moment were all psychopaths who takes joy in their trade.

Under the moons bright light a situation of i stare, you stare me was made as both remained quiet, they did not say or do anything, they only stared at one another not moving an inch. It took almost 10 minutes as the staring contest finally stopped and the red haired man overlapped with the shadow of the night and disappeared without a trace. Lyph who was left alone, showed a rather comical dumbfounded expression as the other disappeared, then released the breath she didn't know she was even holding in. Her thoughts were in a jumble mess all night that She didn't even know how she fell asleep again while overthinking things. Wile Lyph slept quite well, others were not, not only is there an i

The cold wind pass by their white and black locks of hair but they didn't shiver, they are used to this, their surroundings are just like a lonely confinement with nothing but themselves to accompany the sunless cell. When suddenly, Mayari's eyes bolted open as she felt her instinct kick in, warning her that something is wrong. She could feel a pair of eyes staring at her, and she felt uneasiness spreading to her body like an electric shock. "You need to wake up right now." Her subconscious immediately told. Without wasting time, Mayari quickly opened her eyes to reality, and the first thing that caught her vision is a knife just above her chest. A glint of faint light travelled through the

I just stared at my brown ear as she bit into my side, pain lancing me but barely scraping the sides of the hollowness that threatened to swallow me whole. Hazy darkness crackled across the endless swathes of white-grey mist. My head pounded. I stared helplessly at Etta as she reared up, primed to strike again, her claws gleaming with my blood. A blur of black shattered my vision. Blood pulsed from my side, from my face, from my throat; worst of all was the throbbing where my right ear had once been. Everything external felt wet and warm, steeped in fresh blood as it was, though my soul was frozen over.

I was expecting my fragile body to crash onto something hard, or to pierce onto a cold sharp metal, but none of it came. Instead, I felt warm, ironclad arms wrapped around my body. "You are not allowed to die, Katherine," he whispered coldly. I slowly stared. A pair of fiery eyes greeted me. It was blazing in both light and darkness. A combination I never thought would be possible. "You're not allowed to die until I say so..."

Connie was blind-folded and trapped under his heavy weight and her hands held firmly over her head. She was afraid of being slapped again if she should try to break free. His heavy breathing and the smell of liquor made her skin cringe. She started screaming hoping someone would hear her but it was to no avail. He started fondling her breasts with his free hand while the other one held her in that position. She felt him shift from the bed and could hear draws being opened and closed. She tried to move her legs and was horror-struck when she discovered that they were each tied to the bed post.

But my gaze landed on the pistol in his hands. “You’re trying to get to your Alpha?” he whispers in a deep enticing voice. The crispiness on his tone didn’t escape me. I shivered when our eyes met. His dark green amber eyes with no emotion. No emotion at all. His pistol found my chin, pushing it firm making me shut my eyes out of fear. One click and I will be dead. But I wanted to try my luck with life. “ Pistol won’t kill me,” I murmured as I felt the cold tip of the metal object pressed against my chin.