Novel & Cerita Dishonored Assassination

The men who had betrayed him were nothing but ash now, their plans reduced to smouldering ruins. It had always been the Romanos style to get rid of their enemies with cunning backstabbing plots just like they murdered his parents ... and Alaric's uncle in a similar trope like this from which Daniel took the hint for today. But today, Daniel had aced the role of a wolf in sheep's clothing. He could have ceased or escaped the situation for his utmost safety but no. The man is an assassin before he is anything else. He challenges his own creativity of execution every now and then. With a final look at the destruction, Daniel led some men away, the flames still raging behind them, a testament to

He moved with a languid, predatory grace to the built-in coffee machine, utterly calm, completely unfazed by the digital storm that was currently tearing his family’s reputation to shreds. Ava looked from the chaos on the screen to the absolute stillness of the man preparing his morning espresso. The pieces clicked into place. She looked up from the tablet, her voice quiet but sharp as a shard of glass. "This wasn't a scandal, Damian." He didn’t turn from the machine. He continued his ritual, tamping the coffee grounds, the metallic scrape loud in the quiet room. "This was an assassination," she continued, her voice gaining strength. "It's too perfect. You didn't just let her fall into a tra

With his throat bobbed, his voice cracked as he muttered into his phone, barking orders between ragged breaths. His killers looked at him with wide, angry eyes, but no one dared to speak against him now. Not after what they’d just seen. Minutes stretched like hours. Then the door opened. Two assassins dragged a man inside, beaten, bloodied, his arms bound behind his back. His face was familiar to every killer in the room—one of their best, one of their treasures. The man they called “Bullet.” They threw him to the ground before Antonio. Bullet’s lip was split, but his eyes still burned with defiance. He spat blood onto the floor, glaring up at Shadowy who simply averted his gaze.

VICTOR Thoughts of revenge consumed my mind, the weight of the word lingering in my thoughts. I stood by the window, the sunlight streaming through the open blinds and drapes, unable to hide any longer. It was clear now that Franco Massimo had been the assassin all along, perhaps defying his father's wishes to take over the family business. Or maybe it was all part of a larger scheme, with Franco being directed by Dante from the shadows. The truth remained elusive, lost forever.

". Antonio gave out a small grin as he pulled the trigger. Quickly Hutton let himself crash on the ground Before his body could hit the ground,he was quick to land on the floor. Antonio sensing the assassin was making a run for it.. Also jumped down before pursing him. Hutton was quick on his feet, but not like Antonio Covering a large distance between them, Antonio shot at Hutton right on the back. Just before he could reach the river,the bullet hit him hard Hutton let out a loud groan as he crashed on the floor He lessen his pace as he walked towards Hutton

It’s so juvenile. “I can honestly say I’ve heard nothing about Blacktop,” I say unemotionally. Blacktop is, of course, another assassin, known for killing his victims by running them down. He either makes it look like a simple hit-and-run or sets up a patsy to take the fall. Not the most creative way to kill someone, but it does get the job done. “Well, he won’t be competing this year because he went and got himself killed,” she says in amusement.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

"His men were always around. One wrong move, I'd be Swiss cheese before I could complete the mission." Olek shook his head. "Save that bullshit for some rookie who'll swallow it. Not me. You're one of the best assassins breathing, Raven. With top-tier training. I've seen you end a man with a goddamn paperclip without blinking. Thigh holsters, ring blades, poison lipstick. You could've garroted him mid-fuck and walked away whistling. But no. You've lost the plot entirely. Sleeping with the man you're supposed to kill. The man who murdered your sister."

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.

He was still in so much pain already and this fellow still wants his men to remove two more teeth at a time with a chisel? Lincoln sneered at him. Looks like he would not bulge until he sees the coffin. He would long have started removing the veins on his neck gradually. " My name is Pardon. I work as an assassin only for one person, otherwise, I have been a drug peddler" he replied honestly. Allen puffed more smoke on him and he started choking. He choked until he felt his life was going to be out of him. His eyes had gone red. "Today you hit a Lamborghini from behind and pushed them into a narrow ditch with a truck. Why did you do it?" Allen asked.