How To Become An Assassin Novels & Stories

The happiest moments and funny memories were popping out from the bottom of my head. I could see his enormous smile while he was with me. I used my palm to softly caressed the picture one by one, trying not to whine but I couldn't help it, I shed tears and dried my eyes with the end of my neckband, but at the same time, I was full of resentment and pain. " I will take my revenge, Clench, you can never hide from me, you and that bitch girl! " I said, grinding my teeth. I'm Ylisha, an assassin, yeah, what you read was right, I'm an assassin, that was my fate, I was born to be like this, I was 5 yrs. old when my father trained me and became part of his job.

They were frustrated—and bewildered. Charlie turned to Rex. “Come explain it to them.” Rex had been quietly listening the whole time. Now that the young master called on him, he stepped forward. “There are certain assassination organizations that specialize in grooming suicide attackers like this driver.” “People like him are often selected from places like prison. The payment—blood money—is transferred long in advance under the guise of winning the lottery or some other story.” “And the money doesn’t go directly to the killer or their family. The employer pays the organization through deeply hidden channels—sometimes the dark web, sometimes via artwork purchases. The killer, the client, and

He pointed to the lifeless body. “What are we going to do now?” Alison was close to tears. She was coming to understand this was her new reality now. “We leave. Now.” Alison watched him leave the room only to return a minute later with a black duffel bag and her backpack, her mind racing. “Where are we going?” She asked, her voice trembling. “ Somewhere they won't find us” He answered curtly. He grabbed a gun from the bag and inserted it into a holster he was wearing.

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

“What, you’re gonna talk now?” “Depends on what you ask. There are some things I’m not allowed to say.” The assassin sat down. “Who wants to kill me?” She shook her head. “Dunno.” “You don’t know? Then why did you try and kill me?” “I got the job off the dark web. There are bounties on you all over the world. They’ve all accumulated to ten billion in total.” James rubbed his nose. Was he only worth ten billion? “Who are you? Which power do you belong to? When did this country get assassins like you?” James looked at the assassin. She was extremely powerful, yet she was not vulgar. Her strength was even on par with the 28-nation martial arts gurus.

Ever since my adoptive uncle, Luigi, took over the Mexican mafia, he would make me work for him too. Thing is, I was trained ever since I was ten, to become an assassin by Rafael. I did not want to become an assassin. I wanted to become a doctor, and save lives but I ended up becoming an assassin and take lives instead. I've taken more lives than I can count. I hated what I did. I hated being an assassin. I hated my life. It sucked really bad.

I became angrier, more suicidal, more depressed, and more anxious. I felt like I needed to escape my own body all the time and it was torture. Every morning when I woke up, I would anticipate nightfall, and when night came, I would lie in bed crying and sighing in agony. I have had a really bad life, and if it wasn’t for me becoming an assassin, I would have been an addict, prostitute, or worse, dead. Being an assassin was therapy for me, it brought calm to my fast and anxious thoughts. The moment I killed the man who killed my parents, I knew there was no turning back.

Because she knew that what she had involved herself again is not ordinary. After she returned home from Iraq from her enlistment, she was automatically recruited by the agency because of her proficiency in Russian, Arabic and Hebrew languages, which she learned during university. The minute the agency found out that she was a former Marine and what she can do with a weapon, she was then sent into an 18-month grueling and strenuous training. That’s where she met Damon Buchanan, who became her senior and had taken her right under his wing.

What could there possibly be that would still shock her? "I didn't even have intentions to be an assassin… My adoptive father– you know, Sebastian. He trained me. He sucks ass but he did train me to be good," she added to her story with a chuckle and his face grimmed a little. He took deep breaths before looking to the side.