Female Assassin Novels & Stories

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

He already had the idea of who was coming for him, and my grin widened. She finally stepped into the light, exuding so much confidence and power, as she sauntered towards our direction. The pricey, fur cloak around her shoulders, highlighted her elegance and style. She still remained just as I had always known her. "Marcelo Del Ponte!" She purred in delight, looking down at my rolled up sleeves. "Isabella Gonzalez!" I called out her name in response, watching her grin widen. As always, she was flanked by a number of fierce looking females, all clad in black leather suits. Isabella led an army of the most lethal assassins money can hire, and they are all females.

She is pointing a bow at my heart. The memory hit me like a physical blow. My knees buckled for a split second. The "Blood Memory" wasn't just hers. It was a tether. A leash. "You're seeing it, aren't you?" Alessia whispered. She moved toward me, not with the clumsy fear of a civilian, but with the silent, toe-to-heel gait of a trained assassin. She reached out and knocked my gun hand down just as the door to the penthouse hissed open.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she giggles in reply. It’s quick, it’s fun, and it’s satisfying. Another thing that has changed since April became an official Confradia Assassin is her outfits. I almost swallowed my tongue when she changed into her outfit this morning. She wore these tight high waisted slacks with a fitted black turtleneck, black suit jacket, and combat boots. Sliding my hands around her waist, I pull her close and mutter. “You look freaking hot, babe.” She gives me a sly smile.

Percy looked down at the beautiful red hair with grey eyes and light freckles on the screen, she goes by the code name Katya, a gamma, five foot eight. " Good, " he muttered to himself swiping left to reveal another assassin, a female again this one has a long straight platinum blonde cut down to her shoulders and icy green eyes. She looked sweet and deadly at the same time if that was possible and the name under her image says, Siren, a beta. " Okay, " Percy says accepting her before swiping left again.

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

Also being suspicious about who she is and lying about her name. I am also suspicious on her identity and how the hell she know about what is AS and what is her connection to Assassination Society. That's why I can't trust her fully because I don't know what her intention on coming here and her intention to Dum. "Damn it, so tell me if you are telling the truth then why do you know about this AS ?!" Lionel asked the woman in a frustrated tone. " I was their victim," the woman replied in a low voice. Huh?

He confirmed this even more when he saw the results after ten years of special training. "Leader." A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old entered. The girl with a small face, sparkling chocolate eyes like stars, is extremely spiritual, with a high nose bridge, natural pink lips like sweet candy, enticing people to taste it, and silky golden hair reaching to her back. The bright red leather suit and thick high heels of the same color accentuated the girl's smooth white skin. It is hard to believe that this fragile and fragile underage girl is Fire, the number one assassin of the M organization.

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.

“Who are you?” She gave a wink, allowing tears to fall freely from her eyes. "I am the maid who used to serve you back when you were a princess. Only the two of us made it out of the attack unscathed," she admitted. She flung her back against the bed. "It is not appropriate to ignore this. The assassin claimed he did it to save me, and this is the maid who served me." she licked her lips. “Is this a trap or what? But even the assassin does not look familiar to me. "Were they hired to pull out my legs, or are they truly who they are?"