Geisha Assassins Novels & Stories

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

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.

A woman stepped up, her blunt, fingers resting lightly on Piers Delano’s shoulder and O’Grady felt a sliver of apprehension as he looked into the hard black eyes of the slim woman, her short cap of black hair moulding her skull. With a firm mouth, she looked dangerous and O’Grady knew he was looking into the eyes of a cold-blooded killer. Hila Ziadi. The deadly Israeli assassin. The one they called the Ghost. Piers Delano moved back, his fingers steepled, amusement flickering lightly across the wide, sensual mouth. Yes, he had inherited that from his gorgeous mother, thought St Just. “Is it to do with Cahill? And your mistress’ sister?” he asked, his voice flat, emotionless.

If only she knew who was trailing her. I slipped into a fitting room with ease, disguised in a fitted jacket and dark jeans, my hair tucked under a beanie. I had spent years learning how to blend in, how to move like a shadow in a world full of noise. I wasn’t just some woman hunting a target, I am Rebel former number one assassin of the organization now head assassin for "The Order". People trembled at the mention of my name and today, Gina is my target. Gina strutted past me, oblivious. The guards flanked her, a few steps behind, their eyes scanning the crowds. They thought they were the ones protecting her, keeping her safe from the world but they couldn’t protect her from me. Not today,

The invitation-only Gala Function will take place at the home of the widow, Kayla Zelenyy. I felt a sudden surge of excitement. Katrin Cajthamlova undoubtedly will be there. Or would she be Casca Ashakova, Victoria Usheava, Monika Cvurka, maybe even Anjelica Ebbi? What would it be? Ex-Girlfriend, Mistress, Dog-walker, the Italian/Russian Translator, or the Translator for Public Health England. What if I had got this all wrong? And they weren't all the same person, but four individual assassins, who carry their missions precisely the same way. In addition, the FSB had training camps that would insist that all-female assassins followed specific protocols.

asked Master Ghost. “There’s no need to further investigate. We now know that the assassins belong to the Hanyu family,” replied Gerald. Nodding in response, Master Ghost then said, “I see… Also, have you confirmed whether they’re descendants of the Seadom tribe?”

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

It was a dreadful sight, something she had never seen in her life. "My lady, we have to leave now," the guard said, jolting her out of her thoughts. Gina took the lead, and the guards followed behind her with their weapons. There were only three assassins, but they managed to overpower all the guards and chased after Gina. She found it difficult to run due to the heavy gown she was wearing. At that point, she knew there was no point in taking so many guards and maids with her wherever she went. All the guards were murdered, and the maids who were supposed to be committed to her were already far ahead, running for their lives. The assassins fought hard to reach her, showing that she was their

The man she had watched on a live feed being killed while she was tortured in an underground basement in Middle East. The man who called her up, the minute she got out of the hospital upon returning home to tell him that he’s alive. The man who asked her to stage an accident for her mom, to make the enemy believe she is also dead. The only thing that they didn’t count on was for Ashley, deciding at the last minute to accompany her. The J.A.K.E., which comprises the initials of her stepdad and mom’s first and second names. Amelia Jane Walters. Edward Keith Bishop.

"We need to find a concrete way to protect ourselves and Amara. Right now, we don't fully know what we're up against or who all the players are in this game. But I've been making some discreet inquiries, asking questions carefully to people I trust." He paused, his expression growing darker. "I asked about the markings I saw on the last group of assassins who attacked us—the ones in red. The symbols tattooed on their hands. I had to be very careful about who I asked because I couldn't risk tipping anyone off about where we are or what we know." Gabriel leaned forward in his chair, his full attention on Zayne now. "What did you find out?" "I discovered that they were members of the Tsukuyomi