Cool Assassin Names Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And by the way, his name is Aidan. He's a tall asshole with green eyes who ran away from his girlfriend and unborn child, just so you know, since you're so interested in younger men so bad." I slung my purse over my shoulders, waved goodbye to Dee, who looked like a proud mother, and to Amelia, who looked embarrassed by her friend's behavior and, with my shoulders straight, I walked out of there.

“I have been resting for days, Killian.” “Good, then one more wouldn’t be making a difference.” I winked at her and she shook her head. Truth be told, I have been working day and night to dig out the number of Bernardi associates that were sprawled around my city. The man believed that he could find her this way, he just didn’t know that he was going to have to deal with me sending him back headless bodies as a present from the Alpha of Alphas.

That only meant he caught everything that was going on. "The guy that escaped. His name is Damien." My voice sounded hoarse, and I pressed myself closer to Killian. "And who is..that?" Maria's mate gestured to Blake, hesitating when he saw what his Alpha had done. "That's Blake. Their hunters." My voice sounded small, and I felt myself relax as Killian's hand traced circles on my lower back. "Why did they target you, Luna?" Gabriel scowled. "Because I got away." I whispered, looking up at Killian.

And then coming closer, he continued his orders. "Kriss Emmett Persephone Sage- The Phoenix Azen David- Red Rain Randall Quint - Earth’s Wrath Zen Parez- Intoxicator Alaiya Miller- Glistening Snow.” He called out the name of the title holders. Enunciating loudly, “To fight this war and bring me victory at all cost!"

He said, trying to crawl away from me. I laughed at the pain in his voice. “I love it when my victims remember me,” I whispered, my voice devoid of any warmth. I drove the rod deep into his stomach and he screamed again, shivering. “When you get to hell, make sure you use my correct name.” I said as I leaned close to his ear. “My name is Aconite.” I pulled the rod free and picked up a knife from the table. I intended to make his death memorable.

The other was smaller, leaner, with restless energy, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Both of them turned their attention to me immediately. “Well damn,” the muscular one muttered. “They really packing us in today.” The smaller guy tilted his head, studying me. “You don’t look like you belong here.” I scoffed. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing.” The muscular man chuckled softly. “The name is Rook.” “Jasper,” the smaller one said. “And you are?” “Cassian.” Rook’s brow furrowed. “Cassian… as in underground circuit Cassian?”