Novel & Cerita Female Assassin

A world so dark as this did not exist without the innocence of youth. Born the first daughter of Duke Killian and Duchess Lilith Hunter, Lady Mary Hunter was nothing short of sensational. Smart and strategic like her father. Decisive, alluring and manipulative to a fault, like her mother. Killian took his son Calvin onto the battlefield, flaunted his daughter Veronica’s beauty when he had dinner with the king, but Mary was his very best assassin and therefore his favorite. Those who knew of her contracts knew her only as The Silencer.

Upon seeing the assassin's stellar figure, fair-skinned face, charming eyes, and icy temperament, Easton could not help but gulp at how smoking hot that woman was. When Jada saw that the assassin strut in with a sexy gait, she was not happy at all and asked coldly, "Are you sure you hired a proper assassin and not just a woman with a pretty face?" "Of course she's a proper assassin! She's the four stars assassin whose code name is Black Rose!" Edward answered directly. The assassin chuckled. "It appears that this young lady right here doubts my abilities!" She walked over, sat down on a chair, and smiled coldly with an indifferent expression.

This little secretary of mine should have been home an hour earlier. “Sir, I-I have made the arrangements.” She bent her head and her voice dropped octaves, as she circled the desk with hesitant steps. Stupida donna. (Stupid Woman.) Her velvet-coated seductive voice hit right on my erect shaft. He was impressed, any hot-blooded male would be looking at the willing chick who came armed with arsenal. I was hard and she was hot and willing. No difficult calculation. She was almost close to the edge now, slowing treading forward. Like a lioness crouching magnificently for a hunt. The only sound that echoed in the room is the slow clicking of her stilettos on wooden flooring.

Witnessing the condition, she had no other choice but to flee from the territory. She came to the human town without anything to survive, not even her clothes before she made her friend who introduced her to an assassinating Agency where she was trained to be an assassin. There she made a lot of money and was now living fine. ** " Hello, are you still there? Do you know him?" The man on the phone questioned because of the sudden silence. " Who wants him dead?" Ashley asked because the client wasn't the only person who wanted the alpha dead. She too also wanted that man dead maybe they might collaborate.

It read. [Anna, full name: Anna Carol. Alice: An. Profession: Assassin for the organisation Shadow. Member of: Night Shadow Warriors Pack. Daughter of their previous alpha who died under mysterious circumstances.] 'Assassin and a daughter of an alpha. Now this got a whole lot more interesting.' Asher thought to himself.

Took the blade through her side. She didn’t scream. She just held the baby tighter. Then dropped to her knees. Blood soaked the cot. Aria was across the room in a breath. She didn’t use the blade. She used her hands. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE INTERROGATION ROOM — 5:07 A.M. The room was cold. Concrete. No cameras. No limits. The assassin hung from meat hooks. Still alive. Barely. Her badge had been fake. Her DNA was cloned. But her tongue still worked.

Her hand twitched as though she longed to reach for a weapon that wasn’t there. Marco noticed. He placed a hand over hers, firm and guarding. “Not here.” He murmured under the music, his voice a command more than a suggestion. Alessa inhaled sharply, her gaze flicking away. She hated this–the waiting, the pretending. She was an assassin by nature, trained to strike, not to sit beneath chandeliers while enemies smiled across from her.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

Stepping on the gas, we zoomed out of the school parking lot, leaving a frightening roar behind. I massaged my forehead as I groaned, "Well, couldn’t you have said that like a normal person? I am already dealing with a venomous headache." "Venomous?" she asked, amusement evident in her tone. She kept her eyes on the road, and I could not help but think back to the time some assassins tried taking her out as she drove. This woman could kill three men in thirty seconds with one hand while the other drove. And if bullets weren’t fired, there wouldn’t be a scratch on the car.

In less than fourteen seconds she killed thirteen men without even her breath getting uneven. She was wearing a masquerade mask, black with silver intricate design on her dark head. Zion took out a similar mask and kept it on the table "She is the Kuznetsuv's secret weapon, their very own female terminator, only does lethal assassinations. These men in the video were men who were contract-killers and she killed them like one would slice a knife in butter." Daniel gulped down the century-old wine from the rim, looking at the woman in a black latex body-hugging attire, moving swiftly and fluently, with squinted eyes. She had deep curves in all the right places. A 100% babe.