Female Assassin Novels & Stories

“But it must be done precisely. No explosions. No storms. Surgical. Silent. So when they fall… they never rise again.” Petrov nodded. “That means planting a mole inside. Deep.” Bain’s brow furrowed. “Who?” Petrov’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a cold smile. “I have someone. Assassin. Name is Spider. She’s one of my most lethal assets. Silent. Deadly. Invisible. She weaves webs they never see until they’re already trapped.” Viktor chimed in: “Pair her with the Widowmaker. Widow’s already embedded connections from Caracas to Lagos. Together, they can find Valeria’s father’s strongholds. Maps. Contacts. Supply routes. Everything.”

I watch as Neriman bounces the kid on her hip, he giggles and squeals with his hands waving in the air. I sigh with relief, gratitude and sorrow at the same time. My sorrow is purely for Neriman. When her Büyük baba [grandfather] took her against her will, telling her that she was a Peker and not just some random hired to be Sedars P.A. He dropped her off at an unknown location where there was a boot camp for the Mafiya assassins and because she was a female, they removed her reproductive organs. The female assassins are also known as 'Femme Fatales' they are trained to seduce the Dons into giving them their most private information before they strike and take

She is overly impressed by them but also sees their flaws. "Brent and Jordan are the only assassins in the country to have triple-ten ratings. Jordan is tiny but ruthless, and I expect her to show you all what it means to be without guilt. Every kill that we make weeds the world of evil. She doesn't think about their families or kids, she just wants to get the job done.” "How can I follow that introduction?" A short, strikingly beautiful Asian woman steps into the room as her stats are read aloud. Her petite frame only seems to amplify the intensity of her presence. A tiny red dress is poured on to her athletic figure.

“Boss! Why are you here instead of the clubhouse?” Alex jumped out of the SUV and rushed toward me. He reached for his handkerchief to dab the blood, but I shoved him aside. “Don’t touch it.” I slid into the backseat and slammed the door. “The woman who took my virginity gave me this. I’m wearing it like a medal.” Alex froze. I ignored him. Anastasia Chris… She was nothing like the trembling, delicate woman I assumed she was. She fought like someone who’d survived hell. Her stance, her reflex, her blade work everything screamed trained. Assassin? Mafia? Bodyguard? Something dangerous lived behind those eyes.

He warned her, while Lydia nodded her head. The assistant general walked out of the house dejectedly, he was sure she had seen a lady whom they had all pursued. But it was now concerning that all the females were in their respective houses and none of them was stained with blood. Whoever did it was a perfect assassin; she left no traces at all, and no evidence whatsoever was left behind. Even the fingerprint sensor couldn't sense the culprit’s fingerprints. She must have used gloves throughout the whole operation. “Sir, I think there is a girl that we haven't checked.” One of the guards said to the assistant chief guard, who instantly turned to take a look at him.

He gently squeezed her hand, looking at her full of love… lies… she knew it all was an act. She smiled at him to go along with it. Only a few knew that she was an assassin. That would be Ciel, Kyle, and Paxton. The maids have ideas. But they knew that she was a prisoner and she was someone that the King wants to fuck all day and all night. However, she didn’t mind it. She somewhat also enjoys being a victim and his bed slave. One thing that she hadn’t felt was the pleasure that he was giving. In her life, she never felt any pleasure in anything. Not even food but except from killing, however with only the word ‘kill’ where her mind was forced to take pleasure in killing.

Butler Shin says, she was even smiling when she heard it 10 to 20 casualties was expected but it's just 2 and yeah they are lucky that her Golden Assassin's Commander was there eating, Commander Julie was her favorite General Commander who is trustworthy and the best of the best Assasin she has, There Assasin army has a rankings and General Commander Julie was on the highest rank. Golden Assasin's has 5 rankings 1st is the rookie's, 2nd is Elites 3rd is Master's and 4th is Pioneers and lastly the General Commander, and the general Commander was just a one strong woman cuz she's just the only one who pass the test the intelligence test and physical and mental test.

"According to the script, you're an assassin for a well-known underground killers organization known for having a unique protocol for exclusively killing people who have sinned; what do you think makes you different from the other main characters with the same gender?" When she abruptly stood up, I flinched. Every step she took forward mirrored the pounding of my heart. Anyone could see the danger in her glinting cold blue eyes, which kept me firmly rooted in my seat. My mouth was tightly shut as she came to a halt directly in front of my camera, reaching forward an arm to raise the lenses to her face. Her lips were curved upward in a seductive arc.

I replied to her, and she just huffed once before hanging up. I dialled Nevil’s number after that. I was late, but he should have submitted his investigation report by now. “I was about to call you, Mr. Holster,” Nevil spoke hurriedly as soon as the call connected I had already resumed my search for Project Eclipse or Aurelia in the old server data by now. “Speak,” I asked him coldly, my eyes glued on the screen. “The woman with Dr. Carl Nelson is a top model in Houston, but she is an undercover assassin from a legally authorized organization, The Revolt.” He told me, and I narrowed my eyes.

The glare I received made me tighten my grip as I shook my head. Colin, who was watching us this entire time, grinned. “Looks like the little lady here isn’t just for show… If you know what’s good for him, you’ll spend the night with me.” Ignacio looked torn. This wasn’t planned and he seemed to have forgotten that I was a man who trained with a retired hitman to become an assassin. I smiled and gave him a gentle push, urging him to leave. Gritting his teeth, Ignacio glared at Colin who was gloating over Ignacio’s defeat. “I’ll be leaving for the night then, Mr Veneral. Please enjoy your time.”