Female Assassin Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Anastasia I looked at her, nodding in agreement. Her hair was tightly curled and cascaded gracefully past her shoulders. Her makeup was flawlessly applied, giving her the look of someone preparing for a night out. She wore daring attire—a top that showed off her midriff and tight, high-waisted black jeans. Her physique was incredible, and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. “Hey there, how’s it going?” Kayin flashed a smile that seemed to hint at a secret or suggest she wasn’t entirely truthful. Victoria shifted uncomfortably next to me, picking up on something that I seemed to be missing. I felt like an outsider.

( Adrian) I was still in the study when the new message arrived. The dummy account notification lit up my phone like a spark in dry grass. I opened it immediately, heart already racing, and the video loaded. It was longer this time. More deliberate. More devastating. Alessa — because I knew it was her, I would always know — had filmed herself in what looked like a bathroom. She was wearing only a tiny red thong. She started slow, teasing the camera, sliding the fabric aside to show how wet she already was. Then she pushed the thick toy inside herself, moaning softly as it stretched her. She added a second one, filling herself completely, the red thong still stretched tight around both toys.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

I couldn’t seem to peal my eyes away from my mate as I watched him run through a few warmup exercises as the rest of his warriors filtered onto the field. The shrill sound of a whistle breaking through the silent morning air finally allowed me to tear my eyes away from him. I scanned the group as they lined up for their group warmup, my eyes catching sight of a lone she-wolf among the men. ‘Interesting’. Raina purred at the sight of her. She looked like an amazon, her long brown hair pulled back into a high pony, her tank top and shorts revealing coiled muscles along the length of her entire body. I hoped she would perform well, I wanted her for my crash course into assassin techniques. Wome

] Akira I follow all your movements, now that I have found my mate I will never let her escape me, Alissa is mine and all the males in the restaurant now know that, no one dare to get close to her and whoever dare will have a severed head. Alissa is so beautiful and innocent, the perfect woman for me, really worth waiting for her, my female is different from all women, her body is so tasty that I want to bite her, her thighs and butt are the way From perdition, with each step their thighs contract by making me hypnotized, their breasts are heavy and rigid, breasts that will soon breastfeed our children. She shyly comes with the tray to me and puts the two beers on the table. "Anything just c

I mumbled under my breath and when I felt that Hera's grip loosen a little bit, I took that as an opportunity to suddenly push myself up and she got startled and lost her balance. We both stood up and I moved in glitched behind her. I'm an assassin, she can't beat me when it comes to stealth movements. I grabbed her hands and pushed her on the wall, pinning her hands above her. She tried to use her knee to hit me but I put my hip between her legs and pressed my lower body on hers and she whimpered. "Not so fast, princess." I whispered and smirked at her. "Let me go, you pervert!" She whispered back hardly while struggling from my grip.

Her rose-tinted cheeks were rosier than usual and her stretched-out neck gave the onlooker the desire to bite it. Camille's eyes wandered to the girl's body. The outfit hugged her body tightly and showed off her mesmerising slenderness, especially her thin waist and the small curve of her hips. The colour of the leggings she wore didn't flatter her skin sexually, but it gave an unfathomable attractiveness to her legs. The grey top suited her too well. She looked at Astra who—coincidentally—was wearing brilliant purple leggings and a light grey top. As usual, she looked outstandingly beautiful in it and to humans and shifters ranked from warrior captain below, she was the standard beauty. Cam

Half of the guys will stick close to Ares and Liam. Women assassins are dressed in a tight leather high neck jacket with belts concealing blades, and a black mask covers half of their faces, revealing just their cat eyes with uniform blue eye contact lenses. The leathered thin trousers, along with five-inch heeled boots, embrace their well-formed physique. They seemed to be snow assassins since their hair was snow-colored. Some were ponytailed, while others had their hair in buns. The males are dressed similarly, except that they carry a cloak around their shoulders. On the surface, everything seems to be ordinary, yet no one can see the sharp objects hidden behind those clothing. Chiara was

This woman was hard to crack. He pondered for a moment, then walked over to her and removed her clothes. He flashed her a wicked smirk. “We’re in a dense forest. This is a place of pleasure. You’re pretty, too. It’d be a waste if you just died. I’ll kill you after I’ve had my fun.” The assassin closed her eyes, not bothering to resist. She knew it would be pointless. James reached out and caressed her body. She sat there limply, like a dead fish.

The air shifted before she turned the corner, like the hall made room for her first. Fuck. So the picture hadn’t lied. It had only failed to warn. The photo hadn’t been enough. It never could be. In person she was sharper. Dark hair, a few strands loose and reckless around her face. Hazel eyes that didn’t bend. Robe belted tight, parting at the thigh with every step. Skin unapologetic. She carried herself like the floor belonged to her, not the men who paid to watch her move. Bleach, whiskey, sweat, the stink of cheap survival. She rose out of it anyway, like she knew it couldn’t touch her. Useful. The cleanest kind of dirty.