Hitman Novels & Stories

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.

said Richard to him directly without hesitation. Rodulf was surprised, he stared at him with a smiling face. “A killer huh?” he didn’t believed him because he knew that Richard was kidding. “I’m not kidding Mr. Vanlimz, I’m a killer and my killer code name is Bony Hanzo” answered Richard to him. Rudolf’s smile on his face turned to serious, “You mean your Bony Hanzo, the top twenty assassin in the world?” asked Rodulf to him that his eyes widened.

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.

came the other speedster right before he struck out a fist, breaking the windshield and grabbing at the wheel. The driver turned the wheel, causing the truck to swerve. In the back, the other speedster was trying to prevent the dozen glass-cased canisters of plutonium that had rolled out of the box. One mistake, and they could end up blowing up the whole of Manhattan. The man riding shotgun took out an actual shotgun and aimed at the speedster at the windshield. He blasted the windshield but the speedster was fast enough to roll away and with one arm at the side mirror, he swung himself right into the truck and knocked out the driver with his feet. He pushed him to the middle, giving him spa

I firmed my grip around her waist and I placed my other hand on the back of her head. We stayed like that for more than ten minutes. Once she was fully relaxed and calm, I pushed her a little away just so that I could see her beautiful jade eyes. They were still a bit red. As she fixed her running mascara, she broke the hug. She took two steps back locking eyes again with the dead man. Examining the space she noticed the gun on the floor. She went and picked it up. I looked at her, observing silently. She armed and pointed at the dead man. Her finger on the trigger, while her gaze was on me. Her eyes were saying something to me. They were trying to figure out whether I would see her differen

That little girl who had seen him dying infront of her innocent eyes. “Look. I've come this far. Hopefully I’ll make it to the very end, scar.” I grinned to myself. Ares Lombardi--my scar. Where are you...? Where did you go..? Weren't you supposed to kill that hideous man who took away your sister and my father? Where are you hiding...? A mocking chuckle left my mouth. The haze infront my eyes grew as I finished my third can. The sour yet sweet taste had left me bitter intoxicated.

Hunter asks, his face void of emotion. "No." I say, not quite sure what he's referring to. Though knowing his reputation, it probably has to do with his morbid style of torment. Not wanting to be the Reaper's next victim, I choose the safest answer. "Pity. Cause I enjoy them." He says, pulling back on the trigger once more. I feel the oxygen leave my lungs as I put the pieces together. I've unwillingly become a victim of the cruel game of Russian roulette. "You're a lucky man." Hunter remarks.

"SORIN KIM!" The thunderous voice had all the chattering students in the hallway zip their mouth right up. Eira turned around to see her homeroom teacher Mr. Williams drenched entirely with some greenish, gooey substance that looked very similar to slime, looking all creepy, disgusting and funny at the same time. No wonder he was so livid. It seemed that Eira’s homeroom teacher had become a victim- once again-to Sorin Kim's pranks, the notorious prankster of her school.

My body shivers from shame; not only did I make myself look like his fiancée, but I went against my word from ten years ago. I slid some strand of my hair behind my ear, squeezing my bag with my other hand. “Don’t play fool with me, Alexa Côté. You applied for this job, what’s your mission?” Everything freezes at that moment; my heart beating drums in the confines of my chest. I have to act normal, I need to be normal. He’s one of the hardest people to go through. If I need to remain in this house and find my father’s murderer, I need him to not know that I have a mission.