En Brazos De Un Asesino の小説・ストーリー

A small whimper left her throat as his tongue had dipped into her navel. As the assult from Brodie's mouth went on, he traced his hand up her back, finding the fastening for her bra. Pinching it between his thumb and fore finger, he felt it release beneath them. He ran his hand over her chest up to her shoulder, gently guiding the strap down her arm.

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. *******

Bryan remained oblivious to Aysel's distress, his sole focus fixated on his own desires. His fingers continued to stroke Aysel's reddened cheeks, brushing away her hair to get a better look at her face, all the while wearing a pleasant smile. His gaze scanned the room before he stood up and picked up an old hospital blue gown intended for his use. He took the material and tore it, moving forward to tie Aysel's hand. Before he could grab her hands, she shoved him away, causing him to stagger back. Aysel whimpered silently, bearing the pain as she attempted to leave the room. However, Bryan pulled her back, smashing her against the wall and holding both her hands above her head.

Author's POV She took out her long sharp knife and walked towards the bed, she was about to stab him but her hand stopped in midway. Confused she turned her head towards the direction of her hand which was in tight grip of another feminine hand. Her expressions turned into shock with fear when her black eyes met the furious grey ones. Rose spun her around her grip on her hand was dangerously tight that the Assassin's expressions turned into painful one, grabbing her throat tightly she threw her on the wall, making her Land hard on the wall and fell on the nightstand breaking it with a loud shattering voice.

I retort with conviction. I watch as Alfonso reaches for the gun at his waist. The church instantly descends into chaos as four of Mario’s men join him, guns drawn. Adalina rushes towards me, and I swiftly grab her arm, pulling her behind me while retrieving my own gun from my shoulder holster. Mario points his gun at me, but before he can shoot, I take down Alfonso with a single shot to the head. Brains and blood splatter everywhere. The fool forgot that I am an assassin.

She got up from the ground and resumed her arrogance. “I heard that you’re all very strong. Can you defeat that assassin?” she asked. Robin frowned. Frost was an ace assassin of God’s Lance. He was not weak. But when he saw that Frost had only one arm, he chuckled. “Easily. Miss Elisa, what do you want me to do?” he asked. Ruthlessness flashed on Elisa’s face as she hissed, “Kill him!” Robin nodded. Then, multiple darts showed up in his hands, and he looked murderous.

It had been more than 35 minutes since Shiloh's last message and it was time to do it. The assassin walked towards Isla with his head down and both hands in the pockets of his loose hoodie, holding a gun in his right hand. Just when he felt like he was about ready to pull out his gun and shoot, a man suddenly sprang up and stuck to him in a strange position. The man grabbed his left arm with his left hand, then reached over and clasped his right wrist with his right hand, and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" The assassin subconsciously responded, "I don't want to."

he whispered, barely audible. I watched in amazement as he shook his arms and the ropes which had tied his wrists together fell to the floor. He rushed over to me and untied me, his fingers touching my skin for only a moment before he yanked his hands away as if he had been burned. “Come.” he ordered as my restraints fell to the floor.

He bolted down another street, hoping to find cover, but Alex’s long strides caught up. With a burst of energy, Alex lunged forward, tackling the man to the ground. They rolled over the pavement, fists flying. The assassin managed to pull a knife, slashing deep into Alex’s left arm. Alex grunted in pain, momentarily loosening his grip as blood poured from the wound. The assassin scrambled to his feet and took off again. “Fuck!” Alex roared, pressing his hand to his bleeding arm, but he refused to give up. Ignoring the pain, he pushed himself forward, adrenaline flooding his system as he continued the chase.

I straddled him and wrapped my arm around his neck, squeezing. I hissed as a sharp pain laced through my arm, seeing the assassin had stabbed my hand. I pulled back, being sure to kick him in the head, and stood up. I faced him and he raised his arms, his face in a sneer. Pity. He was actually kinda cute.