Novel & Cerita Dia The Worlds Finest Assassin

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

He asked, but the assassin refused to answer. “I’m going to repeat my question once again. Who sent you here?” But there was still no answer. Darius was starting to lose his patience. In the end, he grabbed the knife and slit the man’s throat, resulting in an instant death. His eyes showed no emotion except for contempt. Once the assassin was dead, he went to search his belongings, including his phone that used fingerprint and retina security, it was troublesome but Darius was used to it. He went through the history and it was only expected that there were almost no traceable numbers in there.

She exclaimed dramatically. Michael just laughed a little at his friend’s comment and threats. The two of them have been inseparable for years. He remembered how Alba would make the same comment when he and her were just beginning to grow as a team of assassins. Alba Lombardi, Daniele D'Ambrosio, and Michael Mezzaluna were the best assassins at their time.

I took up the phone and dialled the number I hadn't called in a while. "Hey there, Jimmy." "You beautiful little bitch." Jimmy answered. "How are you?" "Cut to the chase. You are never one to be formal with me." "Do you know where I can find Nerium Oleander?" "Slow poison uh. I know a guy, but it might take a while." "When you say a while, how long?" "A day or two." "Hmm, that might be too long." "Suit yourself, but I would have to see who is coming from the East, before you can get such a devil."

She grits out. Phoenix’s hardened expression metamorphizes into one of irritation as he continues to hold her in his steely arms. Phoenix is at least a foot taller than the woman and over a hundred pounds heavier, but she’s putting up quite a fuss. I can tell by the way his arms are straining that she’s strong. Her long blond hair flails around with her irate movements, and her blue eyes spark with annoyance. It’s almost comedic to see Phoenix with his chocolate-covered skin and toned muscles struggling with the termagant. He looks almost unsure of what to do. Phoenix is Logan’s assassin. His real name is Oliver. He and I have worked on several assignments together over the years and have ha

"What happened to all those brave words from earlier? What happened to taking my head? What happened to hunting down your backstabbing brother and ripping his throat out?" He pulled back slightly, a wicked, triumphant grin stretching across his face as he stared into my fading blue eyes. "If you die right now, Dante wins. If you die right now, I win. Is that really how the great assassin of Aries wants to go out? Cling to your petty pride and die in the dirt, or drink... and live to try and kill me." Those words hit me like a splash of freezing water. Shit! This monster was right. He was right.

Kiera slid down her hand from my face and I found myself back into my messed up room. I caught Diana before she fell. Cradling her to my chest, I picked her in my arms. “Janus…” “Yes, alpha?” I looked at the assassins. “Torture them until they speak who sent them here or they die,” I said. “Yes, alpha.” ***** (Three days later.) As expected, Diana didn’t remember a thing about my conversation with Kiera. Because if she did, she wouldn’t be here right now. “We don’t have enough budget for a war,” Diana said.

Diana remarked, pacing back and forth in the master bedroom. The man she was talking to was called Armando Lopez. He was part of a very dangerous cartel but he was in the low ranks so he wasn’t a rich man. Diana used to date this man and he’s the one who helped her with the lethal drug she used to slowly poison her best friend, Simone with.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

Daito picked up the dagger, he slowly impaled himself, Alicia watched on as the blade tardily made its way into his torso. It rested spiked for a while before he pulled it out and opened the grimoire and drew an emblem over one of the pages. Soon after Anato Strider, Dakario, the 5th head and seven of the eight assassins sprang up from a teleportation circle. Alicia was further away, from where Daito had appeared. Daito struggled to walk up to them clenching on his chest. The fifth head dashed to him and started chanting some incantation Alicia had heard before when they were in the woods,