Book About Female Assassin Novels & Stories

I wanted the best assassin and she is the doctor who I thought was not yet tainted. What a small world, she was under my nose all along. She gave an impressive reputation in the underworld, by burning her soul alive by unleashed fires of hell. It was believed that the people who are in her hands saw her face but never was given the mercy to let the world know her true identity. Yet, here I was grasping her revelation, not at her mercy but, asking for an explanation. "But why an assassin? How did you become one?" She sighed. Laila

Author's POV Tension weighed heavy in the dimly lit underground chamber where the female assassin paced restlessly. Her boots tapped against the cold cement, the sound rhythmic and sharp, a stark contrast to the low murmurs coming from her team who gathered around a table littered with blueprints, maps, and surveillance photographs. The air was humid, suffocating, but none of them seemed to care. They were used to it—this kind of darkness, the stench of gunpowder and secrets.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

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.

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.

Three more assassins launched themselves at her together, shadows darting through the storm-lit arena. Anana did not flinch. She stood her ground. As the first blade sliced through where her neck had been, she bent, her movement impossibly precise, her hair brushing the sand. Her hand snapped out, catching one assassin by the arm. Her leg arched up in a perfect, deadly swing. Her heel struck his spine. The sound was revolting… bones shattering, his body folding in half at the waist. He dropped into two broken pieces onto the sand, his eyes wide but already dead.

she told me with a set face. Is she the one who came up with the name? I stepped away from her and I noticed she had a basket of flowers in her arm. “What if I buy the book instead, but still want to read it here?” “Then, that would be better,” she said and peered at the book I got. "It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers."

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some poisons are swallowed. Others are kissed. Tonight’s confession is about a deadly female assassin who uses her body as the ultimate weapon — seducing and eliminating her targets with pleasure. Until one man turns the tables, making her the addicted one. This one is dangerous, seductive, and full of cat-and-mouse heat. Here is the confession of “The Poison Kiss.” --- **Story 17: The Poison Kiss** **Chapter 1**

The others flanked the street, cutting off escape. Siobhan shoved open a rusty service door that led into the kitchen of a closed café. She hauled Hila inside, bolting the door just as a bullet thudded into the wall behind them. They were running out of time. The assassins closed in, ghostlike, relentless. * Jana Rudenko smiled. She had her pawns where he needed them. It had felt good to let out all her venom at Proserpina Delano, that woman who looked like some ethereal nymph of the ancient tales, with her body and her beauty. But…

" Her voice, the way she threatened to kill me. I don't think is her first. She didn't sound nervous at all. " Carolyn nodded her head. So they were looking at a seasoned killer. " Thank you, " she said politely and turned for the door, her partner trailing after her. " You might consider closing shop and leaving town for the moment cause the Colosimos gang will be going hunting and your backyard will be the first stop, " she said just before the hit the door. " Fuck me twice! " the red head frazzled curse followed her out the door. " So do you know any female assassin that operate within the city? " she asked Max when they entered the car. " Just two. Lightning and Poison, " Max answered as