Hitman Novels & Stories

a male voice said, they looked back and saw a man with four other men, Amanda knew him, he was a hired killer known as AY and she knew he was sent here for her “What’s this? Who are you?” the young man questioned AY “Disappear from here now, I need that girl” AY said “Can’t you see I am with the lady? Fuck off!” he said confidently, it was the last ‘fuck off’ he said in his life, as AY pulled out a hand gun and gave him a head shot, the bullet busted out the back of his head and the white knight dropped to the ground “AY what the fuck?” Amanda called out

She had done it, but he was still alive making this so thrilling. She cocked the hammer and she fired another shot and his whole body jerked as he was crawling to the door, and he turned to see her and the look in his eyes was what she had dreamt about. Takahiro was too proud to show fear, so the smile on his face and all the blood was satisfying. “Anything to say?” she cocked the hammer and fired. “You’re just a brat” he smiled and she fired. And fired. And kept firing till she was satisfied.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

I replied and he stare at my colleague then back at me. "You serious?"he said. "Yeah but on a condition"I said and stood up walk closer to him. "What that?" "Who the f**k do you work with"I said with a serious tone but he laughed, I punch him across the face immediately and he spat out blood immediately. "You punch harder than a male"he said and wipe his bursted lips. "Wipe him off"I ordered and walk out of the interrogation room. "You won!!"he shouted and I stop. "You don't know him, no one knows him but all I know is a great man is behind and they call him Rainal, he is dangerous"he said and I exchange look with my colleagues.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.

The hitman raised his gun, and a shootout erupted. Bullets flew through the air, hitting the crates and the walls, sending splinters of wood and metal flying everywhere. Liam and Mr. Park ducked behind the crates, returning fire. The hitman was a skilled shooter, and he managed to hit Mr. Park in the arm, but Mr. Park didn’t stop. He kept firing, his eyes fixed on Victor, on the man who’d taken his niece.

The next few minutes are fuelled by anger and a new form of hope. The master doesn’t appear to be with them, I keep searching for him with my head but I am unable to find him, whether that is because he doesn’t want to be found or he is incapacitated from something I don’t know but I keep fighting. Monsters charge forward whether because that is the masters orders or because they want to I don’t know but they keep coming. I can hear Ash grunting and the clashing of his sword when it meets monsters claws. The blood has started to cover not just my clothing but the bitumen as well. But there is nothing that will stop this renewed belief.

I felt the shift in the air immediately, that tight prickle on the back of the neck that only shows up when danger is close and watching. My jaw tensed. Not today. I slowed the car but didn’t stop. If someone thought I’d walk into a trap easily, they didn’t know me. As I rolled closer, I noticed the bike was still running. Then a figure stepped out from behind it. Black helmet. Black gloves. Completely anonymous. A hitman. Of course. My door was barely open before the first bullet hit the side of my car. Tschk! Metal screamed. The echo bounced off the rocks.

"South exit is clear." "Marco's team moving in from the north," Marco himself said. "We've got him contained." The hitman was backing toward the exit now, blood blooming across his dark jacket. He was reaching for something else—a backup weapon, maybe, or a communication device. I didn't give him the chance. I moved forward, fast and lethal, and brought the butt of my gun down toward his head. He tried to dodge, but he was already wounded, already panicking. The impact connected with a sickening crack.

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"