Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

“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.

That the King had come, had seen, had known. Arnold reached for me, whispering against my ear. “No one.” I kissed him once, hard, and pulled away, adjusting my silks. I had to return before suspicion bloomed. The Assassins The last lock undone. The door gave. Inside, waiting. Ronan’s trap snapped shut. Steel rang, wolves snarled, and the assassins knew they had been led into the jaws of death. Without hesitation, they each drew a vial, crushed it between their teeth, and drank the poison. Their bodies fell limp before a word could be wrung from them.

It wasn't until I spoke with one of the assassins that I realized they were there to kill me because of the death of the same young man I had left to go. "I was once again so stunned to hear that. I can't deny that I was so confused at that very moment. However, after some thought, I easily realized what was going on. The dog, Books, sorry Brooks was merely trying to drive a wedge between us. "Since he knew I'd be coming after him, what was the best way to ward me off if not to make you come after me?

~ Rhys ~ Benny led him to the storage room, confirming the inventory of the books. Rhys was taken aback when he realized that Amira, the woman who had attempted to assassinate him, a vicious rogue, someone he considered beneath him, was the mastermind behind such an ingenious idea.

~~~ Opening my eyes to the lingering pain behind my head, I squinted my eyes open and then groaned gently. As the series of events of the past day till now rushed through my head, I closed my eyes shut again and then whimpered. My hands were tied together, and so were my legs. Again, I wondered where things had all gone wrong. Yesterday, I found out that my husband had killed my unborn baby just because he was together with my best friend. And today, I found my husband in the pool of his own blood. That was not all… someone was trying to kill me too because there was no way this was a proper police station.

Bullets shattered windows and chewed into the walls. “Assassins!” Isla yelled, returning fire. I fired back, heart racing. Vex had sent killers from his sickbed. Even wounded, he was still trying to end me. One of the assassins went down from our return fire. The other two kept shooting as they revved their engines, trying to make a fast escape. I stood up fully, reckless with rage and grief, and emptied my clip at them. One bike swerved wildly and crashed. The last rider disappeared into the night.

And Dimitrios was stubborn as hell whenever the discussion of letting go of Iris came to the table. Dimitrios returned to his room and sat on the bed after the entire day's work. He was tired as hell because of all the incidents that were happening. He had to take care of Derek. Because keeping him alive was no longer needed. But Iris's sudden outburst made him stunned today. He could never believe that the girl could just run and snatch the gun to kill another one. Who was he kidding actually? The same girl tried to kill him two years back when she had lost her parents. Derek might be right to some certain extent that an Assassin would always remain an Assassin. Because that is what runs in

They had not expected danger here, in this place that was supposed to be safe. The assassins were Council loyalists, their faces hidden behind black masks, their blades coated with silver poison. They had infiltrated the stronghold through a hidden passage that the builders had missed, a crack in the mountain that led straight to the heart of the complex. They did not survive long. Elif killed two, her blade finding their throats with surgical precision. Niklas killed three, his claws tearing through flesh and bone. Kara killed the last one, her hands wrapped around his neck, her violet eyes blazing with a fury that surprised even her.