How To Become An Assassin Novels & Stories

"Alright, don't flatter me. How did you become an assassin?" He felt a twinge of heartache. Her position and status in the assassin world weren't achieved just by killing a few people. It was the result of countless devilish trainings and life-and-death experiences that led to Camellia's current state. A girl's hands should be delicate and smooth, but there was a thick callus on her index finger. Her ten fingers weren't as slim and graceful as Jessica's; instead, they had prominent knuckles, giving them a strong appearance.

“Every man bleeds. Every man dies. Including this Knight.” Barbie’s nails dug crescents into her palms beneath the table. The pain kept her rooted in the moment, “So why?” she pressed. “Why go after him if you don’t even know who he is?” Her uncle leaned forward, steepling his fingers, his grin spreading wide. His teeth were sharp, his eyes hungrier than any wolf. “Because if the rumors are even a little bit true, then assassinating him will be your most challenging task yet.” Barbara couldn’t believe her ears.

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

The assassin felt a bone-crunching pain and involuntarily let go of his grip. Hunter quickly put the assassin’s gun into his pocket, rushed into the bathroom, and pushed the assassin into a stall. He closed the door and pulled out a pistol with a silencer, then held it against the assassin's head with one hand. He asked casually, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" "I..." The assassin realized that he was just an imposter who had met a real assassin. He was trembling with fear as he said, "Bro, I'm just following orders! Please don't kill me!"

With a silent prayer playing in my mind and the fingers of my left hand crossed, I laid the card on my lap and dialled the number. “Hello?” I breathed into the phone. "So have you made your decision? Will you be joining the Assassin’s guild?” Antonio’s silky smooth voice purred from the other end of the phone. “Yes. Yes, I’m ready to become an Assassin,”

That seemed to be the only leverage I had against him, so I decided to use it well. I knew Aurora and father weren't coming for me now. It was among the rules given to me before I started training from day one. We were a secret society of assassins, and each member has been taught various survival skills, needed to help us out of the worst situations. "Well, since you won't talk...I have other plans for you." He smiled, holding up a syringe and a vial. It looked like a newly developed drug, untested and probably lethal. My eyes widened at what he was about to do, and that night, I became something I didn't recognize.

Even if the kid was some half-baked semi–martial king, a direct hit would slow him down. Then, once injured, his teammates would descend like vultures to finish the job and collect the sweet, sweet 300-million-dollar bounty. As he pulled the trigger, the assassin was already fantasizing about how to spend his share. First stop: find a hot, mature woman. Then, he would disappear with her for a two-week escape to a treehouse resort in the mountain range abroad. There, he would finally release all the pressure he had built up as a killer. No more silent nights or blood-stained targets—just soft beds, smooth whiskey, and a woman who could bend without breaking. Not like those bratty college girl

The two of them then saw Edward off as he got into the car and left the hotel. With Edward gone, Easton said to Jada, "Edward didn't lie to us after all. He hired a four stars assassin this time around, and I genuinely hope we'll finally succeed!" "I hope so too. Men are all the same, anyway. You, for instance, were ogling her thigh earlier!" Jada left after making that remark. After returning home, Victor immediately asked her, "How was it? Did you meet the assassin? Is he reliable?" Jada nodded. "It's a she, and I think she is reliable. According to her, the only path to becoming a four stars assassin is to complete a hundred assignments. Plus, she's a beautiful woman who specializes in se

Anthony folded his arms over his chest and not exactly challenged me but I felt Colt perk his ears. “Lesson one, although I can win any battle I go into, the key to being a good assassin is to be able to blend in the crowd and not draw attention to yourself. Getting into fights or poking the bear is not a good idea.” Anthony looked a little ashamed but put his arms down and turned his attention to the blueprints. Good idea.

"You have the choice to choose who is more deserving of you." I peeped out of my spot in the woods to notice a hair salon sitting across the road. As a disguise mechanism, the plan was to dye my hair into a more general colour that could blend in a crowd. The assassin knew who I was and how I looked like. It'd be foolish to roam the streets without a good plan. From the stories I'd heard about assassins, they could bring down their targets from afar with a poisoned blow dart, or a gun to the head. To save myself from a surprise attack, the makeover was the best available option on the list.