Master Assassin Novels & Stories

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

A woman reverently said. Harman wandered up to the second floor. The two servants immediately withdrew. He entered the large and magnificent bathroom. Only Harman was left alone. He collapsed on the floor, absentmindedly opening his mouth to breathe. I, in the end, want to go this way. Is it right or not? He could not escape the shackles on his body, could not escape the coercive threat of his family, nor could he run the mission he had to shoulder: The world's first assassin...

Rose interjected. The maiden positioned the lamp at her side, granting us a modicum of visibility within the dimly lit chamber. "I am Maria. The assassin who has long eluded capture, responsible for extinguishing the lives of Mayors, Governors, and select government officials believed to be complicit in illicit enterprises. And by my side stands none other than the father of a Montenegro. We are here to beseech your aid."

I watched as Master unfolded his arms and pointed at me. "It was either that or blunt force. What would you rather me do? After she took down the other Assassins she became completely unhinged. You couldn't talk to her to save her life." Master spoke passively, never raising his voice. It was like he had a natural passive aura. Or maybe he just knew Drake well enough to not be afraid of his leaders rage. Either way it was a weird encounter to witness. Drake sighed angrily and motioned for me towards the bed. It was a cot like bed with chains attached to the wall. I eyed him warily, not taking my eyes off of him as I walked to the bed. As I sat, Drake righted the chair that I had toppled him

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

Nothing more. And after this is done with, my master can be with his fated. I’ve seen his fated in his old pictures, so it makes sense why the moment he laid his eyes on this Ava, he lost control. They look the same, except for the eyes. My master’s fated had blue eyes, and this one has purple eyes. I see no problem sharing him with the woman who made him the master I have grown to love. If being with him means becoming his mistress, then so be it. Besides, he promised to make me a woman, which is all I ever wanted. It’s a win-win.

He had thought he died and blaming himself for killing his father for a crime his uncle committed turned him into the ruthless Master he was until Galene appeared. "I thought I killed you, after finding out the truth, for years, I couldn't get pass the nightmare you death and that of grandfather brought to me" Master Damien said, a tear dropping from his eyes. "Arnold wiped off the tears on his eyes and hugged him. Releasing all the bottled up emotions, both of them wept in each other's arms. * * Mariam laid on her little bed, staring up the ceiling. It has been three days since she returned to being slave and those days were the worst day of her life.

“I told you that I’m okay. Why do you always think that I’m going to fail this mission again? Saood got the best of me. I’m not going to let that happen again.” “That’s good to hear,” he answered. “Here.” Alex looked down at his hand and saw an ordinary pin. “It’s a camera,” he explained calmly. “Director Marshall wants eyes and ears inside the building. With Montgomery having the lead he needs to crack the case; we need all the information we can to get to Saood.” She nodded as she took it and placed it in her jacket pocket.

Marshawn would have failed as the Special Bureau's first director if he had not managed to obtain that information. Marshawn's next words chilled Meryl to the core. "Meryl? Your name is Jennifer, right? You're one of Inkwell Clan's assassins, and the previous Grandmaster chose you to join the leader faction. You have talent. You secretly practiced Mystic techniques to the level of an earthbound immortal, and you are also a martial supreme, right?" "How do you know that? I've never told anyone about that—" Marshawn interrupted her, arrogantly smiling, his eyes filled with contempt.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.