How To Become An Assassin Novels & Stories

I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it, scrubbing my skin until it was raw, trying to wash off the lingering warmth of waking up in his arms, washing off every traitorous thing my body had done in the last twelve hours. I was an assassin. I had gone undercover before. I knew how to perform, and this won't be any different. I dried off. Went back to the wardrobe and stood in front of it, still dripping. I deliberately pulled out the most practical things I could find. Dark trousers. A fitted black top. Flat boots that actually had grip. I wasn't dressing for his household. I was dressing for the moment I found a gap in the perimeter, I could make a run for it.

Author's note: This is the English version of my novel entitled 'How To Be A Murderer,' I hope you guys enjoy and thank you very much for supporting its Filipino version. This is only fiction, and it can't happen in real life. I hope you guys enjoy reading this novel written by me. Love you all. Rules to be a murderer: Accuse someone of the crime you did. Be a liar. Be smart. Choose an appropriate weapon. Create a strong alibi.

Also, she grabbed the man's offer with two hands and a leg. The man was the one who thought her everything she knew. It turns out she wasn't squeamish about taking alive and has a cold dark heart of a killer, according to her mentor. By the time she turned sixteen she was already the perfect assassin and worked for her mentor for four years before seeking his freedom which he only granted when he stopped breathing. She killed him.

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

“Listen, Hunter, you can’t let guys like Phantom get a rise out of you. It’s not just stupid, but unprofessional.” Hunter’s mouth flattens into a tight line. “I know, man, I know. I’m just so sick of smug assholes like him talking down to me. Just because I’m not a fucking Assassin, it doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t stand with you.” Priest rests his hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “I know, and I would never ask you to be anything but what you are. You’re an amazing tech, and without you, most of us would probably be dead. So, don’t sell yourself short. Being an Assassin is not for everyone. We’ve all given up our souls in exchange for doing what we do. And let me tell you, it’s a hard road to trave

“I’m telling you I belong here.” “You think that’s all it takes?” he asked. “You think being angry and broken makes you an Assassin? You think wanting to wipe out evil makes you an Assassin? You think playing hero makes you an Assassin? It doesn't. You need discipline. You need to be ready to kill when it matters, you need to have that bloodlust, you need to be emotionless when you're asked to kill. “I am ready.” “No,” he said, turning away. “You’re not. And I’m busy. I’ll think about it.”

"You can stand up." He obeyed, his eyes locked on mine. "Yes, I understand. You want me to find someone he loves, someone he would die for - mother, father, sibling, or lover - and kidnap that person.” "Make it clear to the assassin that he must either kill his target or be killed by her. If he fails, his loved one will die. And he must bring evidence of the fact that he had truly killed her." I ordered. He bowed and replied, "I understand perfectly, and I will do more than you've asked." He then departed.

That little minx… I need to flush her out of my system. When I have her close I would fist those lush dark hair and grab her in her softness and shower her with my hardness, be in places no one’s ever been before. She’ll be moaning and whimpering lost in void and ecstasy. I took a hard gulp burning my already numb throat, she was mine the second she breath first, now I’ll have what’s mine. But these thoughts weren’t helping my case. “Inform the elders, we’re appointing my fiancé in the secretariat,” I affirmed with resolve. I was getting my little Raven caged sooner than later.

No! Female assassins wore leather skin tight trousers and matching tops with combat boots. They had a tough demeanor and screamed hell. At least that's what my wardrobe at my weapons place showcased, so when my guardian gave me the contact of a certain man called Ben, he told me to look every inch like the assassin I was. As I stood at the entrance to his block of flats waiting for him to buzz me up, I looked down at the leather get up I had on and shook my head. I hoped the make up I wore wasn't too much.