Female Assassin Novels & Stories

“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?"

I lied, already planning my next move. That was how it began—the slow, methodical destruction of Annalise. I lured her in with incense, with words of comfort and false promises, and she never suspected a thing. When the time was right, I burned the Thanis incense, weakening her just enough for Marcus to strike. And when he did, she never stood a chance.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

Her cheeks, usually pale and calm under her heavy disguise, flared with a deep, burning crimson blush that reached all the way to the tips of her ears. Oh, this is not good. The deadly, elite assassin of The Order—the woman who had infiltrated high-security demon courts and slipped past ancient vampire sentries without leaving a single trace—had just compromised her own operational safety because she wanted to try out her new wireless earbuds and do a little fucking dance.

I only found out that an assassination had taken place inside the hotel when the whole building went on alarm. I think the assassin pretended to be a cleaning lady when she killed James Mondragon because I saw a naked and unconscious woman under the bed and it seems like she was the cleaning lady who was supposed to clean the room where James Mondragon was killed. And according to the woman, she was called by a man but when she turned around to see her, the person who called her suddenly knocked her out so she lost consciousness. The assassin probably injected sleeping pills into the woman and then took off her clothes and pretended to be a maid when she entered James' room. Because the clea

And as her ass jiggled with each step she took in her fucking pink sundress, I knew I couldn't really blame khaki shorts. Kayla was a lethal combination. She was dark honey. Sweet and irresistible, she carried an air of boldness around her, and was assertive when she needed to be. She held her ground and she was super independent. And there was an edge underneath all that sharpness, an edge of darkness that told you she was a minx in the sheets. And she was. So I couldn't blame him, but that didn’t mean every tom, dick and harry with khaki shorts could eye-fuck her in the streets.

He had to be cautious since Eastonia's assassins were notorious for their cunning tricks and ability to kill without a trace. Only by preventing his opponent from circulating his inner energy could he truly feel at ease. After that, Andrew grabbed the assassin's mask and ripped it off. When he looked, he could not help but freeze in surprise. "You're actually a woman?" The female assassin on the ground gave a cold laugh and said through gritted teeth, "So what if I'm a woman? If you've got the guts, wait until I recover from my injuries and we'll have a proper fight!" She spoke with a distinctive Etharic accent.

She was the lady that took the man that gave me shelter and a loving home, a man I called a father away from me. " THIS IS AGENT STARR,THE ASSASSIN IS TIGERESS. I REPEAT SHE IS TIGRESS, SHE IA HEADING NORTH, BLOCK ALL THE EXIT ROAD" I said in a microphone while I ran after ,she sure is fast but not fast enough because I kept tailing her, " ALL THE ROADS ARE BLOCKED ,THE POLICE ARE EVERYWHERE,WHATS HER APPEARANCE?" " FEMALE, AROUND 20-25, BLACK JEANS AND RED LEATHER JACKET"

It was a woman’s voice, speaking in heavily accented English. Goldman and Emerald Devil’s hearts shuddered as they turned toward the source of the voice. There, a woman in a skin-tight leather jacket with long, fiery red hair and sanguine piercers in her hand stepped forward. “Bloody Rose.” Goldman remained calm, but Emerald Devil failed to keep his composure. It was because the person who had just arrived was also an assassin. Emerald Devil was ranked 14th on the world’s assassin ranking, while Bloody Rose ranked ninth.