Hitman Novels & Stories

I say succinctly and dawning lights his eyes. “I knew I liked you. You’re a psychopath whisperer, aren’t you?” “I wouldn’t say that,” I grumble. “Handle me please,” he rasps breathlessly. Oh, fuck, fuckity, of all fucking fucks! I groan inwardly. This guy is going to get me and him killed by Ransom. Boundaries need to be made quickly. “You did not just ask someone else to ‘handle’ you, Camden Harlan McCoy,” Slater Zen asks Camden in Spanish. He slams his palms down on the table hard enough to make it rattle.

Old grudges, professional envy, a life denied, resentment sharpened into careful, deliberate action. “Keep it clean,” Vino murmured. “Subtle. Precise. Make him notice... but not yet.” Back in the safehouse, Hangman entered a new sequence of internal probes, each disguised as routine traffic. Phantom logins. False alerts. Carefully measured interactions designed to gather intelligence without leaving a trace. Patient. Calculating. A ghost in the system. His eyes lingered on Sebastian’s name, glowing quietly on one corner of the screen. You won’t see it coming. And by the time you do, everything you built will already be falling apart.

she supplemented. "Those that wanted to kill you after you broke in to their house" he rectified her idea of self defense. "His name is Palmer. He is a hitman working for some bad people group probably called The Culprit. He killed Gilbert Joel, Rufus Pale and he is still going to kill more if he wasn't stopped" she explained as Mayor Mount looked through the documents. "He's an assassin or another one of your kind, fighting and killing in honor of someone dead probably" Mayor Mount threw the file down. He showed no interest in it.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Solomon would never hold back against a capable opponent who refused to work with him. “What’s wrong? Want me to stay?” Andrius remained unfazed and frivolous when he saw the hitmen. Solomon did not answer his question and announced, “Andrius Moonshade, let me introduce you to my hitmen.” “This is Knife, and he’s good with anything sharp. He has killed 99 people with the dagger he wields. You will be the hundredth. “This is Gunner, a legend in the hitman world. He never misses within a hundred meters.

He aims and pulls the trigger. *************************************************************

He announced. "Yes!" Zenith jumped. "Can I really get used to this place?" Jaemin muttered. "I love it here" Chance smiled. Jezebel is still crying on the ground, her finger still pouring blood. "I'm the hacker here , so we're together. I'm Lambo" Lambo told Zenith. "Take care of me" Zenith replied, and Lambo stroke her hair "Of course, clan baby" she said, and Zenith laughed. "I'm Jaemin, the hitman, be f**king good to me" Jaemin told Sylvester.

A better man would be wracked by how many times he had schemed a man's murder to his last gasp of a strangled breath, the sheer number of men he'd sent along on their way to Saint Peter—though more accurately it could be said he'd sent them along on their merry way to meet with Hades. He wasn't a better man. And it didn't fucking bother him. He was a VENETI. A hitman for the KASH MANCHESTER. The greatest hitman, damn it. Feelings and guilt didn't have any place in his life. Least of all over this fucker. He should have been more careful about who he tried to roll. The smooth of his tongue was pushed against his teeth as he shove

That guy had been acting too suspicious, was I right to send this to him? I exited my messaging app, deciding against sending the address to him. Instead, I scrolled down to a number I hadn’t touched in months. It was a man I’d used once, years back, when I needed a problem erased. A hitman who never asked questions, just did his job and never played with his money. He answered on the second ring. “Lucas.” His voice was low, calm and chilling as usual. “I need you tomorrow morning,” I said. “Warehouse district. I’ll send details. Backup only. No noise unless I give the word.”

a male voice said, they looked back and saw a man with four other men, Amanda knew him, he was a hired killer known as AY and she knew he was sent here for her “What’s this? Who are you?” the young man questioned AY “Disappear from here now, I need that girl” AY said “Can’t you see I am with the lady? Fuck off!” he said confidently, it was the last ‘fuck off’ he said in his life, as AY pulled out a hand gun and gave him a head shot, the bullet busted out the back of his head and the white knight dropped to the ground “AY what the fuck?” Amanda called out