Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

Thankfully, I turned on the coffee maker before I entered the shower earlier. The monitor dings again, reminding me that Hunter has made it up the stairs. Unlike some of the other assassins, I know that my security system is a little less intrusive. Most of it is coded for the people I know, making it easier for them to get through the system without issue. As for strangers…Well, they go through a more thorough system.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

A giddy feeling filled him at the up coming excitement. The bets kept rolling in one by one until the five he was waiting for came in. Three out of those betted on Poison while one on Freckles the other on Lion. All together there are five assassins competiting in this hunt. Two females and three males. Percy was looking forward to Lightning making out of this one but he couldn't discount Poison. The goth killer was deadly in her own right and her command of poison making her a great threat to the rest.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

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Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Did she tell you why?!” Zach’s eyes narrowed and he approached Damon. “Don’t tell me that you had a hand on this as well,” he said hardly. He turned towards Alex, who only remained silent and staring at Damon straightly. “You’re an accomplice on this. Looks like I’ll be seeing my brother again, aren’t I, Mr. Buchanan?!” “Buchanan?” Cameron, their father asked in surprise, turning towards Damon. “Is he Jonathan Buchanan’s son?” “And, heir,” Zach added dryly. “Damon Buchanan, I am placing you under arrest for being an accomplice in the vehicular manslaughter of Amelia Jane Walters and Ashley Walters.”

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.

The scent of fresh blood immediately stained the clean, ancient air of the sanctuary. ​But these weren't ordinary pack warriors; these were professional killers who specialized in taking down high-ranking werewolves. Three of the assassins threw small, iron canisters onto the floor, releasing a thick, choking cloud of crushed moon-fern and silver dust that began to fill the chamber, trying to blind Lysander’s heightened senses.

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass