Hitman Books Novels & Stories

And the way he made me feel, like I wasn’t just a shadow or a ghost passing through. I cursed under my breath, pulling my eye away from the scope. “This is ridiculous,” I hissed. I steadied myself, tried again. Through the scope, Rafa leaned forward, gesturing with his hand, lips moving as he spoke to the men around him. The perfect opportunity. The shot lined up. My finger twitched. And I still couldn’t do it. “Fuck it.” I shoved the rifle down, rage bubbling up in my chest. Never in my life had I hesitated. Not once. My reputation existed because I was cold. Detached. Professional. Emotionless. That’s why I picked this path because nothing touched me. Nothing mattered. I didn’t become the

As soon as the man loosened his grip on his collar, he sprinted without wasting a single second. “They take too much time to understand simple human language,” the man scoffed. “Don’t let him run,” I got out. “Call the police.” Given James’s audacity, he would do this again. His next victim might not be as lucky as me. “That moron is about to meet the devil outside.” He rubbed my back with his hand, sending warm sensations down my spine, and muttered, “He must’ve slipped roofies into your drink.” “I don’t know. Maybe.” I straightened to thank him, but before I could manage a single word, with a gagging noise, I puked.

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.

Fuck. I move the large rock on top of me and stand up slowly. My head hurts, and I put my hand on my forehead and see blood on my fingers. Fucking great. I look around, looking for Elliot, but I can't find him between all the shit on the floor. What the fuck was that? A bomb? Killian, Ashley? I look back, and I can't see the door anymore. Where the door was, pieces of rock and wood covered it. I hear the sirens outside, and I know a hand next to me. "Cunt”, I say as I kick it away from me and see the trigger button. Fucker. I hear someone coughing, and I start walking toward the noise, and I realize it's Elliot.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

But instead, she was half lying on the bed and staring at him. She was locked in by that demonic gaze that made her unable to move as his cold hand touched her neck again. Either the demon was on purpose or not because Iris felt her ear being touched by his lips. "My name is Jonathan Hickman." He whispered so softly. But Iris immediately tensed up because the voice wasn't a whisper like she thought. Like she feels stung. That's like an invitation to make love. Iris closed her eyes, feeling the heat spreading through her body. "Th-then how do I call you if I can't say your name?" Iris asked haltingly.

He turned his body around abruptly and looked at his guys, "What are you all doing there? Attack them and kill them all you cowards! Bianchi died!" I laughed a long dry laughter. It was pathetic. The whole scene was. He was practically begging at this point. "The first person to take a step dies." I warned. I took up my gun and corked it. "You evil psycho! Lilith my foot!!" One of them shouted in his loudest voice and charged towards me with a knife. Before he could take any more steps, I pulled the trigger and he slumped to the ground. I crossed over him and went to face the guys. "Who's next?" I asked with an evil smile, looking from one person to another and blowing off my smoke in their

But he sated his blood lust with killing rivals instead. Amber cringed when she thought of this man around Grayson. And she felt no pity for the son of a whore when he got what was coming to him. The Hatter would not show any mercy to a traitor. It would be a slow, messy, brutal, and painful end. Another example to those on what happens when you betray your gang and your king pin. Whatever painful end they gave him, still would never be enough though for all the atrocious things the evil bastard had done.

This is night so he don't actually see through me, but everytime he look up, his eyes directly at me. That shock me, but then he just look away. I sigh in relief, shrugged the thought and enjoy the boring night without anyone see me. I said, “Everyone is happy despite vulnerable to almost everything. Not even death they can possibly avoid it,” I said, and the foolish stop from what he's doing, and even slowly close the book in his hand. He didn't look up, so I added after I sneered at him, “This foolish is not exception. Why not party with everyone else while he's living on?” His lip slightly curve, and he open the other book this time. He said to himself, slowly, “This book... is said to co

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