Hitman Novels & Stories

One of those who is standing in my way would go down soon and I prayed that before I reached the end of the list, Matt would be found and then killed. "Yeah?" "It's me," I said, keeping my voice low. "I have a job for you." The man on the other end was someone I had used before. A hitman. Reliable, discrete and most importantly, he never asked questions as long as we did not negotiate on the price. He just did the job and took the money, just how I like it. And he had a perfect record so there was no doubting if this was going to work and not. He was the same person who had broken me out of prison and made the whole thing look like I was dead. And even though

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Spade clenched his jaw as he already knew who this man was talking about, he lunged forward and ripped the remaining shreds of his clothes away and quickly looked at his unwounded arm, there he saw the symbol he was looking for This man was a trained assassin, from Sullivan, the same Sullivan that sent the hit on Liam and Martineli, what the fuck has he got to do with all this? "Where can we find him"? Stefano asked again and the man just started shaking his head and Stefano just clicked his tongue and shook his head too "That's not really an answer, he plunged the dagger into the man's thigh and he heard the man scream out in agony, the more Stefano twisted the knife the more the man writh

According to Malik, Beherit is a storm demon who Rainn and Liam had a kill order on his second in command and brother Apollyon. He said that after they killed him Beherit went crazy and has been plotting his revenge ever since. They knew who he meant immediately, and we have been training hard every day since. Three days ago, we had a visit from Jamison, who is the weapons specialist for the Vindicta. Rainn thought it would be a good idea for me to choose my specialty weapon. He told me to choose wisely and that I would know when I held it.

“Reach under your seat, there’s two guns under there. Take them out, they’re already loaded so don’t worry. Then you’re going to place those guns on my lap, I’ll use them. After that, you’re going to reach into my waistband and pull out my gold glock. You’re going to be using that gun.” I did as he said and I did it quickly, I didn’t want to waste any time because I knew that it was a matter of life and death. After I had the gold gun in my trembling hands I waited for him to continue, “there’s a tunnel that’s coming ahead,” indeed when I looked out the windshield, there was a tunnel that we were, at most, 60 seconds from, “when we go into the tunnel, we’ll lose the helicopter. There’s three

. I want to warn you that I am a full-time homosexual and to much honor. I absolutely love athletic, tanned, radiant and virile men like you; but I must also clarify that it is not my intention to disrespect you, much less in my own home. Olegario Rey was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the compliments of that shameless old gay man from whom he only wanted to find out the necessary information to solve a murder. -I also warn you that I am a radical homophobe –grunted Rey, without containing his discomfort –I want to tell you that I don't care if you are a declared fag as you are; as long as he doesn't try anything with me, because in that case he's wasting his time and looking for a ser

He stated, "Tom is my friend. Insulting him is insulting me, and doing so is a death sentence. "Take ten seconds to savor the sun and this world one last time because I'm sending you to meet your maker soon." Gideon laughed, genuinely entertained. "At least tell me who you are, so I don't die clueless." "Reaper—Ninth on the Hitman Guild's Shadow Ranking!" "Hitman Guild?" Gideon pondered thoughtfully. He suddenly remembered the self-proclaimed King of Hitmen, Jeremy Boisclair, who ranked first in the Hitman Guild's Shadow Ranking.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

Splat! The knife, icy and sharp as winter's edge, sliced through the neck of the assailant, leaving a gaping, crimson hole. Bang! The assailant fell like a sack of bricks, his finger still curled around the submachine gun's trigger, bullets spraying aimlessly as he hit the ground, lifeless. To his last breath, he never knew what hit him or how Liam had made his move. Then, only one black-clad hitman remained in the living room. He watched, heart racing, as Liam dispatched his comrades in mere moments.

I nodded, heading for the door. I frowned, not seeing a way to open it. Fucking hunters! Checking all around, I found an access panel. “Of course, it is fingerprint coded. It looks like I’m going to need your help, cabrón.” I sighed, glancing over to Izmati. I can’t just drag him everywhere. But I’ll probably need his fingerprint to get anywhere in this place.