Hitman Novels & Stories

My uncle didn't have power when he was in control but after his death, he got them all; power, wealth and even his asshole was enlarged not literally. I've been trying to find the infamous hitman so that I can end him for good but it was impossible until he killed one of my friends. He ended the life of the third best weapons' dealer, Jeremy, and unknowingly grabbed my attention. If he hadn't made that kill, I would've never found out where he was or who he was. Alessio Romano. Jeremy was the one who would supply me with the weapons I needed. When he died, I hacked into his mansion's footage and saw how he was killed by the Alessio who carelessly revealed tha

Eden said and shot the man in the shoulder. The man fell to the floor screaming and Eden walked up to him, pressing down on the wound eliciting more pain from him. "Don't underestimate me, asshole." Eden said and pressed harder; the man was screaming in pain, but no one would hear him. "W-who are y-you?" The man barely got out and Eden smiled a sinister grin. "I told you, death. But to be more specific, I've been sent to kill you and I always fulfil my orders." Eden said and stabbed the man in his other shoulder.

“The hitman, accountant and undertaker. Did I miss anyone?” Shaking her head, Akiko appraised the three unwilling candidates who were probably looking to skip the meeting. Burnus Bronte, the accountant, and Waylander, the independent hitman, rejected the invitation. However, Zen pleaded with his party members to see if they could convince them to look at the contract first. If they continued to reject, the gamer would seek them out himself.

Upon struggling to do so, he lay back down. Without hesitation, the hitman adjusted the angle of the bed so Clemont could prop his head higher. “How is it? Is the height okay for you?” “Yes, thank you.” Clemont was taken aback by the man’s manners. It was hard to imagine that he was a cold-blooded killer. “I heard you don’t leave traces behind,” Clemont said. “Of course. I have completed all assignments successfully. I only have raving reviews from my clients.” The man removed his helmet and mask, revealing a foreign face.

Saturated with need. His thumb swept across the tip. I jerked. "Oh fawwwk," I cried out as my hips moved involuntarily to meet his hand. "That's it, pretty boy" he leaned in to whisper to me. "Be very loud." The instruction was specific. Alessandro's free hand gripped my hip, holding me still as he continued. He was skilled. Relentless. His hands moved like he knew exactly what would cause me to unravel there. "You like this, don't you, pretty boy?" He asked, reaching for one of my tiny yet erect nipples with his free hand.

I knew she would get Olivia completely ready for the masquerade ball at that time because I had tracked how long it took her to get my mom ready for previous occasions. I walked into the room after my timer for an hour and thirty minutes went off. Jade was trembling as she tried to tell Olivia something, but from the way Olivia stared attentively at Jade, it seemed Jade hadn't said anything evil about me – yet. Neither of them had noticed that I had walked into the room; it had been less than ten seconds since I came in quietly. ‘Goodbye Jade, you served well’, I said in my head. I did not give Jade enough time to tell Olivia about what truly happened because that would spoil my entire plan.

Special ops level. They grappled, trading blows until Tomiwa tackled the attacker from behind. His mask fell. It was Adrian—Sanchez’s personal hitman. "You always send your dogs," Dino growled. Adrian spat blood. "This time, I came for your heart." BANG! A sniper round crashed through the window, missing Adrian’s head by inches. The distraction gave Tomiwa the chance to knock him out cold. Dino stood, breathing hard. "Take him to the sublevel. We’re going to crack him open."

"All I know is that he wanted me to kill Kimberly. I was only hired." He shook, his eyes bloodshot with pain. "How did he get your services?" I asked. "We are under a name…a.. a firm." "What firm?" I asked. "Shadows Syndicate," he said. I stared at him in silence as he told me all about the Hitman organization he seemed to belong to. "Thank you for Complying Mary," I said with a curt nod and raised my gun to his head. I fired the shot between his eyes and he immediately went limp.

“Don't tell me this is about your new doll.” I smiled. “Always quick to catch on.” I leaned back in my chair. “There isn't something right about him.” Carlos studied me. “What did he do?” “He has the chain of the boy who was reported dead years ago.” Carlos stared at me for a moment before shaking his head. “It's a chain, Luciano. Do you know how many chains are made to look alike?” “It has the crest.” I glanced down at my hand. “Worn and out of color, but I wouldn't mistake it.”

"A hitman is someone employed to kill other people for credits. You're not cut out to do this." I don't recall how I did it but my persistence and stubbornness had Nash compromising to teach me the skills of a hitman with the promise that I would never take on a job to kill. In return, I was to pay my lesson fees in Pantiumite. "You're one stubborn little brat you know that?" I could only muster a silly smile. Nash shook his head at my goofy reaction. "So? What did you find out about me from the system so you nicely hacked?"