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Successful, I pin him down to take my killing blow. I stab four more times on his heart just to make sure that he was surely dead. Gushes of blood splurge in directions off to the ground and parts of my skin, robe, and face. His painful roar falters and I watch the life drain out of him. When I am sure that he is dead, I abandon his body and pick myself back up. Ezekiel looks at me with his mouth wide open, "That was something else. So you are the mysterious female assassin they were all talking about."

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

Warm blood splattered across Serena’s face. The assassin slowly looked downward as a blade protruded clean through their chest. Silence. Absolute silence fell. Then— …the blade ripped out of his body violently backward and the assassin collapsed into the mud. Dead. Serena dropped to her knees coughing violently. Heavy footsteps approached slowly through the rain. A young woman emerged from the darkness. She had long dark hair soaked by rain and sharp green eyes. Twin blades in her hands. She looked young and beautiful, but just as deadly…

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

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."

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”

he says with a sly smile. “You know about my family,” I say as I place my glass down before I end up shattering it in my hand. “A fascinating history. An entire lineage of female assassins. They could write stories of you.” “Like you said, anonymity is our most powerful weapon, and like you, I use it well, just as the women before me did.” “Sadly it didn’t serve you well this time,” he says apologetically. “Haruspex would certainly disagree with you,” I say in a bored tone as I examine my nails.

I mumbled under my breath and quickly wiped the lone tear from my left eye before turning my heels and stepped out of my apartment. "So you're always refusing my invitations but adopting a bum, wow, Liam. I never knew that a demon assassin like you, still has a soft side." I froze upon hearing the girl in a hoodie who's leaning on the wall near my door. "Relax, I'm not going to tell anyone that you're an assassin." "What do you want?" I asked coldly and pretend that I don't give a fuck even if she already know about my secret.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

Logan questioned. "People spread these rumours because they couldn't digest the fact that a powerful woman out there had the power to torture men mercilessly." Shawn explained and it makes sense. Logan nodded believing Shawn. "But what does this assassin have to do with us?" I questioned loosing the point he asked us to witness this awful act for. "This assassin is the same woman who stole from us." Shawn said, simply. All three of us went silent for a few minutes. The woman we are dealing with is not only a professional thief but also an assassin, a merciless one, I must add. It is so much to digest at once.