Novel & Cerita Dishonored Assassination

“I know that. Selene was selective about her friends, she had almost a supernatural ability to choose people she could trust. The dossier isn’t your only problem though, as convincing as the evidence is. He’s sent the hit out to all assassin’s, current and retired. You need to get out of Cerathe.” Rory’s eyes widened in horror. It was unheard of for former assassin’s to be called in on an assignment. The fact that, not only was the entire guild assigned to take her out, but retired members had also been as well, meant we were in serious trouble. I knew my face reflected her own as my father’s words shook loose the memory I had been trying to call forth since I had been revived. ‘You were sen

Oh, Raina was not going to be happy about this. Anonymous accounts were no problem for me. I traced the account without thinking. Shawn. Of course it was Shawn. Headlines already multiplied beneath it. I locked the screen. She hadn’t seen it yet. She would. I couldn’t kill her dad just yet. If I did, coupled with the headlines, she could cancel the arrangement and disappear somewhere I couldn’t reach. That would completely fuck up my mission I turned back toward her father. He was now still, his eyes still open. He was still conscious.

Nonetheless, they listened and none of them made a sound. "Go on the left," Ares spoke up, nodding to the left of the door to the dining room which was closed. I nodded my head as we slowly made our way towards the door, each of us taking one side. We were waiting when the door was slowly and cautiously pushed open. Ares and I made no movements an stayed hidden beside the door. As soon as one of the men stepped in, I shot him dead with my silencer. Another one entered just after the one I killed. He was about to shoot me but I was quick to react. I quickly kicked the gun out of his hand while Ares shot him right in his forehead. He fell on the ground, dead.

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

A light scuffle had ensued since Zach was trying to get to her quickly. It was the interruption that Alex had thanked for. Because right behind Zach, Alex saw a tall, dark man following behind holding a gun with a silencer, pointed towards the politician’s head. “Get down!” She yelled immediately. Alex grabbed hold of the congressman’s arm and hardly pulled him down with her on the floor as the shot went off. She immediately grabbed for her gun, releasing the safety pin, and pointing it towards the unknown gunman. She fired three shots and accurately hit him on the chest, killing him instantly.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

I felt inclined to continue when I said, "I had to move here to get the cops off my trail. I survived on the streets for weeks until the day some guys tried to have their way with me. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, they were all lying dead at my feet. There was a man watching from the shadows. He said that I had talent, and he hired me as an assassin. His name was Don Casillas." "What did you say?" I looked at him with confusion and found him looking at me with disbelief and anger. "What was the name of the man that hired you?" "Don Casillas." Gerald shut his eyes like he was going through the worst pain of his life. But when a tear started to trickle down his cheek, I knew

“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

I must. Arya did not argue with Rishabh. He was confident of Rishabh’s intelligence; If he felt that the person who murdered Esha was someone among the ones present in the house – it could be relied upon. Rishabh’s loud voice was laced with irritation, as if a fire inside was fanned by the wind. ‘Doesn’t it bother you at all?’ Arya sprang up to his feet.

"You're willing to sacrifice your life for me. I couldn't see you straight in the eye if I even had a scratch on me. How did the saying go? It's tough to repay the kindness of a beauty." When Yvonne heard that Harvey could still joke around with her, she sighed in relief. But after giving it some thought, she frowned and said, "I don't think this is so simple. The weapon the assassin used is the Royal Flush, and every one of those is worth more than its weight in gold. "If the person behind the assassin had used it, then they wanted to kill you in one hit. If they failed, they might be up to something else. Are you hiding something from me?"