Fool's Assassin Novels & Stories

she suggested. She was clearly trying to get me killed so no one could attest to her crimes. To my dismay, David and Nick both agreed to her suggestion. Ignoring my objections, they forcefully dragged me to the front of the building. A group of tall and muscular men was camping around the main entrance. They looked extremely enraged. When they saw me, they immediately pounced in my direction. Before the group of men could beat me up, someone in the crowd yelled, "Natalie Hoffman isn't the one who killed Max Campbell!"

He struck the manager hard across the face, then pointed at the tank. "Where are the people who were here?" Unfamiliar with Nick, the manager glared back. "And who the hell are you to make a scene here? Believe it or not, I can make sure you never walk out of here alive! "Someone tie him up and toss him into the tank! Let's see if the lobsters taste better fed on human blood!" For a man who had navigated Florent City's ruthless tides with a calculating smile, this was the first time Nick truly wanted to kill.

She placed the palms of her hands on his face, down the light stubble that coated his tanned skin. "It's just rumors, stories told in his pack to frighten them all into submission." Isaiah replied, his voice notably stronger. With a small smile that spoke of gentle affection, he removed Mera's hands from her face and placed them against his lips. Once they were no longer touching, that shadow fell back over his eyes and the worry continued to creep in. "There were three who were able to give me some insight, though the details change from person to person. The assassin is a white wolf, one with the ability to resist abilities. Another said she has the ability to steal abilities, but I find t

I decided then and there to kill her father tonight. I would be killing two birds with a single stone: take down a target and gain semblance of order in my chaotic head. I didn't call a ride. I didn't need a digital trail on some company's server. I walked two blocks over to a dark parking garage and spotted a silver sedan, the most common car in the city. It was a ghost. No one looks twice at a silver sedan. I ditched the sedan in a muddy alleyway three blocks from the estate, wiped my prints, and slipped through the security blind-spot I'd rigged on my first day. I was back inside before the engine of the stolen car had even cooled.

No wailing, no name-mixing, no drama but a good f*ck! Just as I thought it was the right time to comfort my throbbing boner, the door slammed open. I cursed and swiftly pointed my gun at the intruder. “Andare a puttane!” (Go to wh*res and be f*cked!) James Mathews. My right-hand man in the black and white business raised a brow and smirked offhandedly, “You could’ve been blowed good but you rather choose to blow up in my face.” So he had seen the sinful temptation trotting down.

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.

She grits out. Phoenix’s hardened expression metamorphizes into one of irritation as he continues to hold her in his steely arms. Phoenix is at least a foot taller than the woman and over a hundred pounds heavier, but she’s putting up quite a fuss. I can tell by the way his arms are straining that she’s strong. Her long blond hair flails around with her irate movements, and her blue eyes spark with annoyance. It’s almost comedic to see Phoenix with his chocolate-covered skin and toned muscles struggling with the termagant. He looks almost unsure of what to do. Phoenix is Logan’s assassin. His real name is Oliver. He and I have worked on several assignments together over the years and have ha

"We are setting a trap for him. Up till now, we don't know why he has been killing our members but if there is one thing we are sure of it is that one of the objectives is to set fear into our hearts. That is why his next prey is going to be a trap. So far he has only been killing maids from the kitchen and our soldiers. We know the range of ages he has chosen and I want you to release all the soldiers at the borders from their duty and invite them all to the party. Place only six maids in the kitchen and none of them should know of the mission. Finally, ask 12 warriors who took the blood oath to be around the pack house and one of them will be Arden," "So what is the plan?"Aslan asked. "Our

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

With the retired assassins still working in the background, I could have them continue to focus on finding leads in Cerathe on my wayward targets, while the active assassins cleared the way for the King’s men. Within an hour, I had documentation compiled with the new orders and fake tip. Satisfied with what I had worked up, I sent it out via email to all of the handlers in the guild. I knew without a doubt they would get to work, sending assassins en masse to the border. I bristled a bit at having to falsify a tip from the Priestess circle, but I couldn’t afford anymore pushback from within the guild. Even with the dossier against Rory Stevens, it had been a battle to bring the guild to heel