Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

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.

the King stated. "I agree, we don't know when will he strike again." Fernando admitty. "Wait," Eve said, "father, you said he is a lone hit man, then what about the group of men that is with him?" "Yes, they are with him." Fernando nodded, "But they are a different organization that the culprit must have paid to assist the elf in this assassination." "Since all of those thugs died," Stevan said, "then our only lead to the culprit who paid them to kill us is the elf."

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

Elle really did take him down hard but she's no shifter and she's not my Head Enforcer. "Actually, she's a human assassin.” It's cruel of me to rub salt in his wound but I need to bring him down to Earth so he can tell me why he attacked. We've had a few rogues get close and several humans wander over our borders, but he's the first one to get so deep into our land and near anyone as precious as a female or pup.

I tapped his shoulder. He hesitated. “I just want to go play with something.” I said. He set me down and I limped over to the wall of knives and picked up a multicolored butterfly knife. I flipped it around, opening and closing it between my hands. “I need a new one of these. My old one is loose.” I flipped it closed and looked at Malachi, he was just staring at me in amazement. “What?” “I just forgot that you are a trained assassin. That’s all.”

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

Although she failed to realize that they would carry a small self fatal bomb in their bodies, it could have been checked if Brianna prioritized interrogating the captive. But even if she did not realize they aimed to shoot her as she protected Lucien, these assassins did not recognize her face. They would still take her down if she kept blocking their way on their mission. They cannot identify Brianna's identity according to her moves because the Boss B that they knew will never work for someone against them. Her clients come from the same person these assassins receive theirs, Charles Anderson. Her face was also different. They could not connect the dots that they were dealing with their co

“So you don’t have him.” “Not yet.” I squeeze her hands. “But we’ve got our best men on this. Preliminary findings indicate the assassin was smart, so this wasn’t some impulse killing. He took all his weaponry with him, and we don’t yet know how he got in, but he got out using secret passages under the castle for royals to escape if we are attacked.” She pulls her hands back. “It sounds as though you’re attempting to dress your grandmother up as a bride.”

I spat bitterly. "You've got a point there." Ares said, "isn't it time for him to resign yet? He's like seventy, no?" I fought the urge to laugh at what he said before correcting, "He's fifty. I don't think he'll resign for another thirty years." We both stopped when we entered the hall. "See you around, il mio adorabile assassina." Ares said with a smirk. (My lovely killer/assassin) "That's a hell of a way to call a cold blooded assassin." I scoffed, my eyes darting around the place, looking for my father, ignoring all the eyes on me.