Kickass Heroine Novels & Stories

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

David POV I dont understand why I always get stuck between these two and I dont even understand why doesn't my boss try to be with her fiancee. However, Josalina is a bitch but a sizzling hot lady. Just by looking at her at the moment, I feel hypnotized by the curves she possess. The only woman who can compete her in those curves is this fighter lady, Eva. Honestly, I am impressed by this woman. She got huge skills. I was just thinking about her watching the two talk at the door when suddenly behind my boss emerged a woman, nerd looking as usual but the same woman dressed like whore last night.

Hers alone was tiresome and those of her brother were hectic making her confused. “What do you mean meg”! He placed his hands on her shoulders, his eyes widened a little bit as if his thoughts were finally coming together but he was still trying to deceive himself. “I know you know what I mean, but since you need me to spell it out for you. Then your wish is my command”. Her voice was still very low so as not to disturb the beautiful soul maliya. “That female figure turned out to be Anna. Apparently she hired this person to try and sleep with Maliya so that you will be misunderstood”.

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

There is no saving him after what he has done. “You’re Matteo DeAngelis. The fucking mafia king and she is your whore of a wife. Tell me Matteo, how does it feel knowing your little wifey was used, broken in?” he laughs and I look at Cassandria and she looks calm and passive. Not fazed by his vile words. Her story is heartbreaking, and she is one of the strongest women I know for what she endured. But that is not my story to tell. “So you know who I am, then. That’s good. So you know the penalty for what you have done?” she steps forward. Each step she takes is with grace and purpose. She is a lovely woman, but right now, she looks like a predator toying with her prey.

"The goal was to strip Kianna of her enrollment. That was the only thing that mattered! I thought you wanted Nathan to look at you the way he looks at her. I thought you wanted to take her place. Why did you change the script?" "Nothing changed," Vera said, looking directly into Asteria's bloodshot eyes. "I still want someone to look at me like that. I want that kind of loyalty. But we aren't going to get it by destroying people. The world despises us when we act like villains, Asteria. And Kianna holds the Ace now. She has the leverage to ruin our lives with a single report. Fighting her is suicide." "I don't care what title she has!" Asteria spat, her voice shaking with rage. "She's still

“He’s wrong, you know.” She narrowed her eyes. “What?” “I’ve never met a sexier woman, mon ange. You’re perfect.” He whispered, his voice was over her, so that it felt like she was being dipped under a waterfall. “Dorain might hear you, Kael.” Cassia said, taking a step back. Kael took a step forward, closing the distance she put between them. “Then stop looking at me like you did in that cathedral and on the balcony.” “That was in Miami and I…”

Kell It doesn’t take long for us to get to Mathias’ place. Cassia Mathias’s is mate meets us at the door. Cassia is hot and tall with long blonde hair. Today she’s wearing a black tank top, black yoga pants, and her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. Like me, Cassia is supernatural. But she a full angel. She and Mathias met a few months back at Cal State when he went looking for her psycho father, Lukan Garron. They had a rocky start, but they’re a solid couple now.

“I’ve destroyed bigger threats than you. People with power. People with connections. You? You’re nothing. A manipulative little gold digger who happened to spread her legs at the right time. And the fact that God gave you daughters instead of sons? That’s justice. That’s karma. That’s you getting exactly what you deserve.” Katherina ran from the study, down the hallway, out of the mansion. She barely made it to her car before collapsing against the steering wheel, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.

His jaw clenched, Gianna’s desperate kiss, her unwavering strength, a flame that burned through his fear of losing her. Gianna Moretti knelt beside him, her leather jacket loose, her emerald eyes blazing with focus, her braid tight. Her command of La Rosa Nera, a defiance of tradition, was a spark that ignited Kai, their shared pain—Lorenzo’s betrayal of their mothers—binding them closer. She checked her gun, her voice fierce, low. “We take Crane alive, Kai. He knows everything.” Kai’s hand brushed hers, his voice raw, resolute. “We end his game, Moretti. Together.”