Japanese Assassin Crossword Novels & Stories

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

Agent Layton took out a bottle of pill I think. "Do you think that a mere bottle is enough to say that you didn't kill my daughter?!" Mr. Torres angrily shouted at them, he's also an assassin. The woman who died is her daughter who's also an assassin, she was willing to kill for money. I don't know why, but she doesn't looked happy when she's killing. I know that we must not be happy when someone died but on her face, there's a certain expression that an assassin shouldn't have.

Jack is the only person in the palace who knows I'm an assassin and that's because dad usually send us out on a mission together. One thing with Jack is that he never gives up on a mission till it's accomplished but I'll be damn if I let him take my victory. I'm not going to let him kill Aris, like I said the prince is mine to kill. I searched around the park, using my eyes to scan everywhere looking for anything out of normal/ordinary. I froze when I saw a hitman's gun at a top building across the street. Oh shit no! He's planning on shooting him.

He was one of the assassins sent to track them down. In the next one, they could see Lord Beike clutching his chest and scolding his poor physician, but it wasn’t what they were looking for. “There! That man!” Nayara zoomed in to the man standing beside Lord Beike. Although the image from the assassin’s memory was only until that man’s waist, they could see the token hanging from his waist and the peculiar tattoo on his right hand. Draven narrowed his eyes, and so did Jethro. They even spoke at the same time, “I seemed to have seen him somewhere.”

“Then where is it from?” He didn’t answer. Kieran paced like a caged beast. Ronan leaned against the wall, unreadable. Cian stood guard at the door like he was daring anyone to even think about entering. The assassin was still unconscious. No ID. No scent. No clear origin. Just a mark burned into the inside of his arm—a strange circular symbol none of us recognized. Not even Ronan. That scared me more than the blade had. --- “They’re going to come for you now,” Caspian said finally.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

He said for Alex to chuckle. “ I’ve never seen an assassin as dull as you, how can you be in an organization and don’t know anything.” He scoff sighing. “ where can I find him?” He ask. “ he doesn’t have one location, today he might be In New York, tomorrow headquarters in Hawaii, next Los Angeles.” He said for Alex to chuckle. “ the head quarters in Hawaii, what’s the address?” Alex ask for the assassin to sigh. “Johnson house 54, kanakaula avenue, Honolulu.” He said for Alex to look at his guard who pen it down.

There happens to be just the last favrive I'll be needing for tonight's blow. An handkerchief, black in color. I manage to fold it … then carefully I tie it around my nose making my eyes show me the exact look as when I had dressed like a stripper and an assassin. Although I look the stripper more than the assassin but then who would be able to tell about looking like an assassin. I had never… noticed for Ice failed to hy the right target. Ince I have my eyes keys on them I get it done. My targets fall dead the moment I give them the last blow, be it a sharp knife, an hut,. Slump or if it meant suffocating them with my very own hands.

Years of that shaped me into the woman I am now. A killer. An Assassin. A spy. And supposedly now, A pussy who cowers in the sight of a fight. The energy in the gym felt electrified as we all seemed to be on the edge of our seats. Amber leaned over, whispering in my ear, “This is going to be so exciting. We never really get to see them fight. We've seen Lucian fight a few times because he's the gym teacher's little pet. I've heard Cassian and Kael are evenly matched. I don't know what to expect.”

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.