Book About Female Assassin Novels & Stories

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

So she chose the more exhausting method. "Damn this catastrophe," the female assassin cursed as she searched the apartment. She went through the place carefully for two reasons: to look for food, and to make sure there were no survivors. She pulled on winter clothes, concealing her full, alluring figure, then gathered up the last scraps of food in William's home and ate slowly. Her name was Electra Willow. Yes—she wasn't a local. She was a professional assassin. She was fluent in five languages, skilled in disguise, and highly trained in hand-to-hand combat.

He already had the idea of who was coming for him, and my grin widened. She finally stepped into the light, exuding so much confidence and power, as she sauntered towards our direction. The pricey, fur cloak around her shoulders, highlighted her elegance and style. She still remained just as I had always known her. "Marcelo Del Ponte!" She purred in delight, looking down at my rolled up sleeves. "Isabella Gonzalez!" I called out her name in response, watching her grin widen. As always, she was flanked by a number of fierce looking females, all clad in black leather suits. Isabella led an army of the most lethal assassins money can hire, and they are all females.

And he could only think of a person with a baby, and it was Katherine, oh, and Kevin. “Actually…” I swallowed as I watched her closely. “Actually, I… they reached out to them already.” “I found out something.” “What is that?” “Someone has hired a person to kill you,” I said. I knew Lyra had never for once spoken about how she had died and I knew she couldn’t because that would be telling me she was rebirthed. It would cost me nothing to tell her, actually, I would love to tell her everything too, but, what if she doesn’t take the news well?

“I went to college and studied criminal justice. I wanted to be in the FBI or CIA, something like that. I was at the top of my class, and when I took the entrance exams for the FBI, I scored off the charts. That’s when Murphey reached out to me. He wanted me to test for a secret society and possibly work for them. The pay was way better; it was a government-recognized group, so there wasn’t a downside. After weeks of testing and doing drills, I got in. The first female of the Faction.” “Impressive.” Malachi smiled at me, wide enough to cause dimples to form on each side of his face. “Well, I am the best of the best of the best of the best.” I shrugged. “What you’re saying is, I’m in the pres

I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone. No!

He breathed out, releasing a sigh. I raised a brow. "Oh, what did she do?" I asked. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I immediately felt so safe, and so relaxed as if nothing could ruin this moment. "The woman is an assassin. A hired one. I don't know who hired her but she killed a man. A man who is very important to me. She plied him with drugs and drinks before killing him," he said with anger lacing his words. "Damn. She sounds fucking fierce," I said, licking my lips.

The outsiders — our enemies think they could use it against us, but they are so naive to think that. In my world there is no place for mercy. We have a female assassin who slaughters them without any emotion. I'm so proud of her. At first, I underestimated her, thinking she could be a weakling when I was in camp to hire a female assassin and the owner provided me with her. She was a grade A assassin and I saw why. She deserves that position. Her name is Sloane Mercer. Now back to the story. "W-Why are you doing t-this to me?"

Yes, it, I don’t know the gender of the person and I won’t bother to assume it. I hold my gun out, pointing it right at the center of the person’s head. Masked on the face till only the eyes are in sight, and dressed in a black, comfortable body suit is, I let my eyes study the form of the human swiftly from head to toe, a grimace forms on my face immediately, a woman. I fire, shooting a bullet out of my gun. An inexperienced female assassin. I know that because of these amateur movements and launch.

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