Hitman Books Novels & Stories

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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". He pointed to the door. Zol turned around to the door but before he could exit, "It’s you being a newbie. Lets see when the thirst and craving for blood burns you inside. And then it would be only me you can count on. Not on your mates". He spatted in anger and left. Callum fell down as soon as Zol left the place. Only if Stephen wasn’t holding him, he would have fallen face first. He was breathing hard. His nostrils were on fire. He felt his throat being clutched hard.

I thought that I would feel something, but I didn't. How could I not feel something? I just killed the woman that was made for me to love and nothing. I began to wonder if she was my destined mate at all. I didn’t even feel the bond breaking. In the years to come after that, I never got serious with anyone. I went to clubs and had plenty of woman but never the same one twice. I started building my empire, both above board and criminal. Henry and I created The Damascus Group and used the money we made to fund our criminal empire. We had always been very careful and then I met Tabitha.

Scarlet red shaded her cheeks as the man pulled away. Emma blinked hesitantly and swallowed, her features tensed as she felt the strong taste of alcohol in her mouth. "She knows who she belongs to," Kevin retorted looking at her moist lips and right into those deep hazel eyes that were avoiding looking at him again. Jimin saw what he was doing and smiled. Possessive freak! “Well, of course," Jimin chuckled as he looked at Kevin from head to toe. The man in front of him was incredibly intimidating, Jimin wouldn't deny.

I’ll talk to him about it later. “A hitman?” I asked, “What’s your codename? ‘Black Widow’?” She laughed, “That’s a terrible codename and no. It’s not Black Widow.” She grabbed the first aid kit and started going through everything. “Um, excuse me. Didn’t I say I would take care of you, Ms. Hitman?” I smirked and took the first aid kit from her and had her sit on the bed. I start applying ointment and then Reid asks, “Most hitmen have a specialty, right? What’s yours?”

Guard 1: I don't believe you, Open the bag and offload the things inside it (The hitman anxiously opens the bag and the guards see sniper, rifle and many other types of shooting guns in it) Guard 1: (gasps) Young man, what on earth are you doing with these guns? Hitman: (stammers) Umm... I.... I... Guard 1: ANSWER ME! Hitman: (pleads) I'm sorry... I never meant to shoot her... Guard 1: Shoot her? Who are you... Hold up, Were you the one who shot Mr Smith's daughter earlier today?

I ask him, he had every single book around here, all genres and all kinds. "I like mafia books, want to read this one?" he ask picking one for the two of us, I nodded, taking the book from him, it's called "Monster in his eyes". "Let's begin my little mafia," I say with a smile, I took a seat o the sofa, allowing him to sit next to me, he had his legs laying over my lap, while I read the story about the mafia, about how the boss fell in love with the girl. "The Vitale are asses!" Eliot says, making me roll my eyes, sure, I love a mafia story, but reading about humans who are such a badass as Eliot put it, only made me feel pissed.

Fled my own stupidity, my own cruelty. The rain soaked through my formal suit in an instant. Lightning split the sky, illuminating my desperate sprint. The incinerator pit was at the edge of the territory, three kilometers from the pack house. The mud sucked at my feet, the rain lashed my face, but I kept going, fueled by a desperate, sickening hope. Finally, I saw the smoke rising from the pit. It was still burning. Orange flames flickered in the dark, rainy night, like the gateway to hell.

“Maybe because the idea of putting a bullet in your brain turns me on. It’s not your body that turns me on or your innocent look. I’m not interested in all that pretty white skin. I want your blood on my hands and your brains at my feet.” I recoil from his grasp, wanting to scream, to fight, but knowing that I can’t. This man won’t hesitate to snap my neck. It’s best to be docile and hope for the best. When he finally shoves me away, I gather myself into a ball against the seams of the wall to make myself appear harmless and less noticeable. The man pushes himself to stand on the mattress, hovering over me. “You know your father once killed a toddler. An innocent child whose only crime was b