Novel & Cerita Dishonored Assassination

“About the family that disappeared overnight.” No one answered. They didn’t need to. Everyone knew that story. A massacre whispered about in the underworld like a warning no one wanted to fully understand. “An assassin,” Damian continued, his tone even, almost conversational. “That’s what they called it.” He took a step forward, then another. Each movement measured, controlled, as his eyes moved from one face to another. “They said no one survived,” he added. “That whoever did it wasn’t human.” A faint pause followed. Then.. “They were wrong.”

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

His eyes shone with mirth, and embarrassment flooded my veins, making my cheeks flame with redness. "What's so funny?" I stepped further until I was standing right in front of his desk, all nervousness evaporating with each step I took, replacing itself with anger. "Why didn't you fucking tell me you were married, Mr. Marcello?" I hissed his name with so much venom. He was a real asshole. Cheaters were the people I could never tolerate the most. As someone who was once at the receiving end of emotional blackmail from a cheater, I suddenly wanted to throw up.

she put them out under a dryer to dry them before she stuck piled them into her get up and made her way out of her door. She had just made her way down the stairs when she encountered the other assassin a tall slender man with all his head shaved clean, a black eye patch, and a long cross earring dangling from one of his ears. Their eyes met from the distance and they quickly recognized each other. The man gave her an evil smirk revealing golden teeth missed with mental ones, before shooting at her. Poison was quick to dodge the bullets while escaping down the street and the other assassin gave in pursuit. *******

Sitting forward in his seat, Priest clears his throat and asks, “You said something happened to separate you and Maleah. What happened?” I take a sip of my drink before I reply. “I had just flown into LA for a meeting with Logan and had barely walked into the office when one of Kazik’s men strode in and shot me. He killed Logan’s assistant and one of his assassins before shooting me in the back and Logan in the shoulder. It was a goddamn nightmare. I was supposed to come back to Maleah, but I didn’t make it.” Priest’s eyes widen with realization. “There was a rumor that you were shot, but when we asked Logan, he said you were out of the country.”

I was so pissed and angry at his stupid pretense. “I promise, I had nothing to do with the shootings or anything like that. And also, I am not a mafia boss, I—” He hesitated, looking away from my eyes, his gaze drifting to the window. Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to mine, his expression more serious. “I’m an assassin—more like a murderer. I do the dirty work for people so they don’t have to pay the price. And as for me, I never get caught. Just betting on clean cash,” he said, and I narrowed my eyes in disbelief.

It carried determination. Emily nodded silently. For some reason... She felt a little safer. Meanwhile... Inside a luxurious penthouse across the city... Damien Blackwood swirled a glass of expensive whiskey as he stared at the city skyline. A knock sounded. "Come in." A man in a black suit entered nervously. "Boss..." "The assassin is dead." "I know." "And Mr. Blackwood has already found the pendant." Damien smiled. "Good." The man looked confused. "Good?"

I say, watching as Arden begins another search on the computer. I dig into the prison security system, bypassing it again and going to the timestamp on the video. “You got it? Great. Yeah, you can call either of us if you have questions. Good luck tomorrow, Saber,” Wendy says before hanging up. “I sent it to you too,” I say to Wendy as I type in the code to track what Arden searched for. “Son of a bitch,” I growl. He searched for assassins who had recently been released from prison. Then he’d reached out to one, Khaled Dagher. He used a credit card in Stellan’s name to pay him twenty-five thousand dollars to kill Wendy Hill.