Hitman Novels & Stories

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.

the leader of the wolf hunters, a man named Alex, said to Rhino. “Really? Alright then," Rhino said, then brought out his gun from his waist and pointed it at the chained up man. He hesitated a bit before pulling the trigger and the bullet penetrated the man's skull, dropping him down, dead. “What type of sick game is this? You just made me kill a man for nothing," Rhino complained with a frown. “Exercise a little bit of patience, will you?" Alex said with a cheeky smile and some seconds later after that the man who was assumed dead rose up as the bullet fell from his head and his wound healed up in their very faces.

Counter-Strike: Dammit! Counter-Strike: Truman, Robin, Victor, I warn you, the FBI has arrested you on charges of drug smuggling. Be careful, if I catch you, I'll have you shot. Truman: Captain, my main business is arms smuggling. Captain, you have to believe in my innocence, I'm just a scapegoat. Robin: Captain, my main business is money laundering and online transactions. Please believe me, I'm innocent. Monster: What you said is what I wanted to say.

Alex asked, waiting for his reply as to whether to send the money or not. "Okay, it's fine by me. Alex, be sure to give me my full payment. Because if you fail to fulfill your promise I won't hesitate to cast you out there. You should know by now that I do not have a reputation to protect. It is you who has a reputation to protect. You are the one after a company that is not yours in the first place but that is not my business. Mine is just that you should fulfill your other side of the bargain so that there will not be a problem again." The Hitman threatened Alex over the phone as he tried to hold his phone which was already about to fall as a result of his t

of his suit, it only made the red bluish little dots stood out more. His brown italic shoes perfectly polished and everything looked perfect on him. The suit was tight around his shoulders and torso, emphasizing his long legs and strong arms. I cleared my throat, "Uh..." He smirked cockily, running his hair through his after fuck and wet hair. "I looked hot I know." "Well, hot is how to put it nicely, I'll say 'fuck me twice on Tuesdays' if it's not because you're running late." I mumbled as I turned back slowly to face the interesting wall, but I guess he heard me because he laughed. His hand came around my waist as he guided me with him. "Come on, before I take you on that offer and we

John replied wiping his lips of the blood stained on it. "250 kills...Never missed his target...He is cold...he is heartless... top Hitman...Vladmir Ditri." Kim elucidated. "The only match for Abel" "Then bring him over!!" "Bringing a top assassin from Russia involves more than a million dollars" Kim scoffed. "Name your price...The inevitable 5 is rich" John replied with a bit of pride, working for such powerful people. "10 million" "Deal!" John replied. "Fly him over tomorrow. Abel's head must roll by next tomorrow!"...

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

A small skinny guy with a snake tattoo on his neck came up to me and I raised a brow at him. "Well helloooo, foxy." He greeted with a smile and I held back a chuckle. He definitely looks scary and intimidating but a small guy like him doesn't scare me that easily. He looks like Dwayne Johnson's talkative sidekick from that movie Jumanji. "Leave." Shane said and the three guys immediately left the room. "Sofia, you'll teach her everything she needs to know about being a baiter and any other important details. She needs to be ready for our next mission." Sofia rolled her eyes.

He was handsome but I was in no mood to ogle him. "Hi my name is Jonathan Harper, I am in charge of the murder that has happened here. I am very sorry for your loss and we will be doing our best to give you justice. Please be comfortable enough and tell me what happened that you mentioned it as an emergency?” The inspector spoke.

Rounds chewed walls, blood splattered white paint, spent casings clinking hot on the floor. Hammer hit cover—a steel pillar, cold against his back—breath ragged, Glock steady. A shadow flickered left—Flinco’s point man, too close. Hammer pivoted, too slow. The rifle butt—AK stock, reinforced—slammed his temple, a white-hot crack splitting his skull. He hit the deck, vision bursting stars, ears ringing as Flinco loomed—face bloody, lip split, eyes wild. “You killed my old man, you fuck,” Flinco snarled, boot pinning Hammer’s chest, Beretta 92FS cold against his forehead. Hammer stared up—calm, hard, no flinch. Death was close, and he’d dance with it if it came.