Master Assassin Novels & Stories

The Master turns the clipboard so I can see a small black and white photograph at the top of the board; she looks exactly like Elle, just younger. “Elle?” I ask him softly. I’ve felt my mate with my own hands; I’ve touched every inch of her body and I’ve tasted everything she has to offer. My mate is not a copy of some poor female who was killed because of her blood. “She’s a different story. A tricky little project for my team but different.” The Master chuckles to himself before turning the clipboard away so he can look at the page once more. “Let me be clear about what I’m offering here. You now know I have endless girls to send your way.” He coughs a little when he turns his back on me a

In a fluid movement, he raised his head and looked straight at me the next moment. I was right. I knew my mind wasn't playing mind game on me. It was him. My sexy stranger from that night. And he was Mr. Marcello.

“Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.” Camille smiles “No mistakes this time. First target is Mia then the girl.” “She’s just a kid,” the assassin mutters. Camille snaps her gaze toward him. “So fucking what? No mercy. No hesitation.” The assassin nods. “Understood.” Camille closes the van’s door and looks at the watch on her wrist. “Ten hours. Be ready.” - On the porch of the cabin, Alexander steps outside. He exhales and watches his breath cloud in front of him. Something tugs at him. He has this uneasy feeling in his chest.

Another side of Ares, the abrasive was he ever only showed his brother or anyone who dared to hurt her. could she conclude that this was enough pattern to think the moon goddess was messing with her? ******** Massimo moved silently through the lobby, his steps as light as a feather. The gun in his hand hung low, his grip steady and professional. His eyes scanned the dimly lit area, taking in every shadow and corner. He almost tripped over something, his sharp gaze dropped to the floor. A body. One of his men laid lifeless in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open like terror was the last thing he saw before his death. A single gunshot wound to the head marked his end.

I replied with a different voice, strolling to the part of the house I was at before the coffee break. The files sat in a leaning tower of dust and paper, their manila covers smudged with years of neglect. I skimmed the top sheet and sighed. Each of the files had one thing in common, which was the Maestro. The police knew he used to be an assassin for the Black Rose, killing only on command but some of us choose to believe he was a psychotic killing machine. "I still don't understand what's up with the blade, sword stuff." I picked up a random file and checked the instrument detected to be the cause of death and it was a dagger. He never made use of a gun and that made him stand out. He was

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.

(Master Assassin Kyle) The Assassin Master that has been arrogant all these time, were brought to his knees in a mere fraction of a seconds. He is now sitting on his but on the ground, clutching his right knee caps that is now in a mess of bloods and a hole. He could not comprehend what had just happened, his right knee cap were blasted open by Commissioner Layla simple gesture.

Meanwhile, in the middle of a coastal castle at Lone Star City… Corpses were everywhere, and blood was flowing. "He escaped? I can't believe it!" The black-clad Black Maple Master stood amid the pile of corpses and sea of blood with a stern face. The leader of the famous underworld Blood Sickle Group, the King of Assassins, code-named Blood Sickle, had escaped. Black Maple Master had prepared for a long time to deal with Blood Sickle. After recovering from his serious injuries, Black Maple Master led the remaining forces of the Black Maple Organization and the Blood Sickle Group's second-ranked expert, White Wolf, to set up a dragnet.

he asks,his face painted with worry and curiosity. I take a shaky breath, the memories flooding back. They are sharp and painful. “Years ago, I was kidnapped. Me and my friend Amelia. We were taken by a human trafficking gang. They… they raped her, killed her, right in front of me. There were other girls, so young, locked up with us. Eagle was their leader. I was left in a ditch to die because I wasn’t… useful to them. I survived, Mason. That’s why I started the Killer Angels, why I became an assassin. I took down that gang. After that,I went for hypnosis and erased those memories. They were too painful but I always get these blurry images sometimes. Just now,I saw everything and I saw him.

Not a bad one I guess I entered my room and looked at the window and found my car waiting I already told them to drop it for me there today I checked the mission I was to assassinate a man named Janja One of the greedy money bags So sweet I brought out my ninja outfit and put it on I wore my hair net and looked at myself in the mirror The assassin Miranda is here Tomorrow I become a cook What a twisted life I leave I let out a dry laugh before jumping down the window I got in the car and programmed the GPS location and it started moving I checked under the seat and found my silencer and another gun I think I will use the gun that would make his death known rather than the silencer The car ca