Hit Man Book Novels & Stories

Chase smiled sardonically at this. He did kill three men, and one of them belonged to the Iron Hammer Assassins Order. The other two were from the Dark Blood Assassins Order. "You aren't from an assassin order too, are you?" Chase sneered. His words enraged Man in Black, who looked even more intent to kill Chase. "I'm glad you know that. Surrender yourself and come with me to admit your guilt at the Law Enforcement Hall!" Man in Black roared. Black mist slowly rolled out from around him.

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

I just killed someone. Mystery man: Are you kidding me? Who the heck did you kill? Me: Rosita. Mystery man: Rosita? Are you kidding me. That is murder! Me: Come on, relax. Rosita is a character in my book. Mystery man: You got me there, so you killed off a character. What a badass writer. Get ready to be murdered by your readers. Me: Don't crack me up, I didn't even plan it. It just turned out that way. Now I feel bad and feel good at the same time.

The letters kept coming and coming. Though the further it went, the more clues people started to get about what The Silent Man might look like. In each letter he sent in every house, he left the color of his eyes, his weight, or easy things like his hair color. Every time people got those clues, they would take it to Sheriff Issac.

Picking the book from the couch I mumbled, “great! a novel.” I pray this book be exhilarating. I ambled back to my bed and planted my ass on the rough blue Chelsea FC bedsheet. I casted my eyes on the front cover, and read: “The Wolf Boy” “Damien Ace” nodding my head. I attempted to open the front cover, but a knock on the door interrupted me. I ignored the knock and went ahead, opening the front cover... I tried to read, but it was impossible. The knock on the door became persistent. It was like my head was being invaded by a Titanic migraine which would stop at nothing unless my head had been blown to smithereens. It was unbearably loud in my ears that it was hard to concentrate on what I

“The killer left a book of matches from the bar where he grabbed her.” Hernandez turned back toward the body. A couple of feet from the woman’s head, just outside the dark pool of blood, he saw a shiny red and white matchbook. His stomach rolled. “Oh shit,” he groaned.

Paul was still dangerous, even when you had him down. Amy didn’t understand that she was dealing with a trans-man who trained his body to accept all kinds of extreme pain. He could endure pain just as well as he could deliver it. Amy found out how good Paul could deliver pain when she struggled to stand and felt a sharp stabbing pain in her side. Amy’s thoughts were racing while she was still on the ground, struggling to get up. She panicked when she could hear Paul’s smooth footsteps getting closer. Amy tried to punch Paul in the face, but the hitman shifted his head to one side, dodging her fist. Using his lightning reflexes, he grabbed Amy’s fist, and he twisted her hand in a devastating

He had returned to his usual self a little bit but darkness had already consumed him and he was no longer the same. This Romeo Reed reminded me of my childhood friend whom I see as a brother. The only difference was he messed with the wrong mafia. And probably the wrong woman. He stirred as if his instinct told him that someone was watching him. I rise to my feet and saunter towards him. I see the moonlight shone against his face. His torso was bare, only wearing pants below. He had inherited a little bit of his father’s features. I still remembered how I had killed him too hastily. Given he was the mastermind behind my stolen shipment, I should’ve tortured him and show him how the queen of