Book About Female Assassin Novels & Stories

“What does Alessa have to do with this?” “Sophia, you really don’t know, do you? Alessaa is more than just Marco's new little fiancée. She’s a killer. A trained assassin. If you want to save Antonio, you’ll need her by your side. “Isabella said in a rather teasing than intimidating voice” Sophia's mind was devoid of any thoughts other than Alessa Romano. Alessa? An assassin? Before she could say anything else, Isabella spoke again. “Tick-tock, Sophia. You have only but 72 hours. Use them wisely.”

Assess. The hands on me. They were firm, but… there was a difference. I’d spent years in a world of men; their grips, their shifts in weight, the way they manhandled you. All the people I’d put down had been men. These hands, even through gloves, lacked that… heft. The pressure was distributed differently. Softer bones. Women. An assassin? Doubtful. Their movements were clumsy and were fueled by nervous energy, not cold precision. No, this wasn’t professional. This was personal. They weren’t here to kill me; they wanted to scare me.

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

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.

Thankfully, most of the stuff just involved hacking into certain systems and unraveling encryptions for a couple of Assassins. I look around the living empty living room and glimpse into my room, but it’s empty. Heart pounding with panic, I check the bathroom, but it’s also empty. It’s only when I hear sounds coming from my gym that my breathing steadies. I watch from the shadows as April practices a couple of fighting moves. At one point, she takes two knives from my weapons wall and expertly twirls and throws them. She really is good. Maybe even better than me. I’m just not sure if I want to be with another Assassin. I know that I’m being unfair, but I meant it when I said that I needed ti

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.

It intentionally missed me, burying itself deep into the pillar an inch from my head. I fired back, but it was too late. She already vanished as if she had never been there in the first place. I lowered my gun and reached for the dagger. This wasn’t the kind of standard steel most assassins in the underground carried. It was personalized, covered in red wine with a silver rose carving on its handle. “See you soon, sweetheart.” I smirked, twirling it once in my hand before slipping it into my coat.

"This is why I trained you this way. You thought you were getting better, but the moment I raised the stakes, you faltered. Overconfidence is more dangerous than poison itself." He stood up and paced around me. "In our pack, female assassins are trained differently from the males. Strength alone won’t save you. Deception, knowledge, and precision will. Before they learn how to fight, they learn about potions and poisons. Why? Because a blade may fail you, but a well-placed drop of poison never does."

Without hesitation, she rushed forward, closing the distance between herself and the assassin before April could react. The assassin revealed a rapier from beneath his cloak, meeting Emily in a clash of steel. He swung with practiced precision, his blade a blur as he aimed for her vitals. Emily dodged the first three strikes, each swing narrowly missing her by mere inches. Her movements were deliberate, calculated. When she spotted an opening, she lunged forward, driving her blade into his gut with surgical accuracy. She quickly retreated, her instincts guiding her to maintain distance as the effect of her blade’s poison began to take hold. The assassin’s movements faltered as his body betra