Hitman Novels & Stories

The skull fractured with a sickening, and the body slumped into the grease. The third hitman panicked. He spun around, firing a wild, fully automatic spray that chewed through the timber crates, sending a cloud of white splinters into the air. Dante didn't hide. He dropped into a low, tactical crouch, sliding across the slick concrete floor, using the chaos of the flying wood as a screen. He stopped directly beneath the hitman’s line of sight, raised his weapon, and fired a single, devastating shot upward through the man's jawline.

I mean if you’re going to hire someone to kill me at least hire someone of my own calibre, this is just insulting. Deciding to make quick work of things, I pull Crimson from my ankle strap, tilt his head forward and run the blade across his jugular. This fucker isn’t worth my time. I discard his body to the side and with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, I get up and turn my attention to Lowell. He looks like he’s shitting bricks. I move closer as I hear the sounds of Mr Hitman choking on his own blood. He’ll be dead soon. “I don’t know who you are, or who he is. Just please don’t kill me. I won’t say anything I swear,” he pleads. Using the butt of m

‘Also because I was hired by the Italian cartel in this city to be their hit man. She thought to herself. “What can you say about Atlanta since you have been residing here?” Bryan asked. Before she could answer, the waiter arrived with a bottle of sparkling wine and two tumblers on a tray. “Your meal will be ready in five minutes.” He said as he dropped what the tray on their table and left. Bryan opened the wine and poured the content of the bottle into the tumblers, leaving only little left in the bottle. Kimberly took a sip and answered Bryan’s previous question.

I take the second guard’s access card and press forward. My footsteps are soft, my heartbeat steady. The hitman inside me stretches like a waking animal. Good. I need him. Another hallway, another pair of men. They don’t see me until my bullets tear through their skulls. One slumps against the wall, smearing blood like paint. The other falls backward into a crate of guns. A door slams open ahead—someone heard something. He fires blindly. I duck behind a pillar and shoot twice. Center mass. Head. The body falls forward.

“Die!” Yamamoto roared explosively. He rushed over, hitting the platinum-ranked bounty hunter squarely in the forehead with his final punch. Bang! A resounding crack could be heard from the bounty hunter’s skull. His mind went blank before a burst of pain finally registered. The pain lasted only for a split second, and right after that, the man could no longer perceive any sensation. “A mere grain of rice dares to stand on equal ground with the stars,” Yamamoto muttered disdainfully, then turned around to bash another gold-ranked bounty hunter from Yamafuji Sai out of the way.

The other hitman darted his gaze to look at his friend briefly and he was surprised when he saw that his friend suddenly looked uncomfortable, he was sweating and his hands were shivering. "Brayden, what the hell is wrong with you, keep it together, man." He instructed, confused and annoyed at the same time. Why was his friend suddenly shivering and sweating as if he had seen something terrifying? The middle aged hitman immediately took out his mask and looked at Liam with a face full of regret. "I'm really sorry sir, I didn't know who you were…." He darted his gaze and looked at Kimberly and apologized to her, "Ma'am, I'm reall

The blood spurted out and stained Jeonghan's handsome face, but the smile of lust remained. On the other side of chaos, Adam stretched the edge of his hand to someone's nape. Jumping over the collapsing body, he used another man to cover him over multiple gunshots. He shoved his hand behind and through the dead man's side. He pulled the trigger of his gun and took down five guys within five seconds. "Wew! Your aims are good," Brett praised as he attacked with a big right overhand punch. He hit his mark four times, three lefts and a right in the face that it stumbled back, blood rushing from his nose.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

They do not fear God nor man. Me Hitman had invited me to his office and that was how I came to see the sadist. I braced up because I have heard a lot about him, moreover, I was ready to fight him with everything I have. He has never missed his mark but he will miss this one I said to myself. There is always a first time for everything. Let It be on the record, I told myself that I, Comfort will resist the son of a bitch.

He put the suitcase in the trunk. “I said to have fun. Not this.” Hailey said with wide eyes. Penelope didn’t know what to say she only shook her head lightly. “I like this guy.” She smiled at him and then suddenly changed her expressions and looked at Penelope. “If he does anything you just give me a call and I’ll come and whack his ass.” “I’m right here.” Damen put his hand on his sides. “I know, sweetie.” She gave him a toothy smile. Take care you two.” Hailey gave him her phone number. “Text me when you reach.” He nodded and drove towards his home. ***