Master Assassin Novels & Stories

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

His features well defined,body covered in muscles and face any girl couldn't look away from. But sadly I was not just any girl. I was Amara,infamous as Shadow. The best assassin know in their fuc**** up world. The bloody best in my department. "I asked since when did you bloody started smoking this sh** Alessa?" His voice was angry now,not in the mood to listen to bullish**. But who said I was giving him any,my questions were genuine . His change in vocabulary amazed me,his eyes still fixed on my calm ones. "Who are you to stop me Accardi?Last I checked,I didn't steal it from your pocket?"

We reach the corner exit, but a shadow detaches itself from the mist. A man in tactical black, his face hidden behind a ballistic mask. I stumble back, trying to pull Julian away, but a deafening BANG erupts right next to my ear. I scream, clutching my head as the ringing drowns out the world. The assassin in front of us collapses, a hole charred through his chest. I spin around to see a silver-plated sidearm in Mason’s hand. How the hell did he sneak that past the "neutral ground" sensors?

“Ali is doing great, but Micah is driving me nuts. He’s like a crazy helicopter father─ always hovering around her. I found him putting foam on the corners of our end tables the other day. He said because he didn’t want Ali bumping into the sharp corners. I told him that she’s only three months old and won't be walking for a while, but he won’t listen.” A genuine chuckle escapes my lips at her perturbed words. I can definitely see Micah doing those things. He’s unquestionably a candidate for an overprotective father. Ever since Sophia found out she was pregnant, he has been super vigilant. I guess considering the business he’s in, he’d have to be. You see, Micah and the others are all Assass

Another trapdoor replaced the previous one as if nothing happened. That had to be the code! My other spy-bot tailed the other man wearing a beige jumpsuit until he entered a camera-free zone. At my command, the bot swooped down swiftly and injected the tranquillizer into his system. The man fell lifelessly to the ground and I recalled my bots. Allen was right. I can cross the bridge when I come to it.

Black hummed, "Rise, Sir Iain. Regarding your concerns, I'm already well aware of that fact; stopping them was my intention after learning the truth about the mission they were on, but I'm afraid I'm no longer in a position to do so." "Pardon?" Iain was bemused. He couldn't resist looking at the man with a questioning gaze. As if asking why, when this person has, and the only one with the highest authority inside the organization. Mr. Black sighed, "They realized it much sooner than we did and, being as obstinate as they are, requested for the Cilero Ni Estemio 30 minutes after they left for the mission. And, as you know, even I wouldn't be able to refuse an assassin's request for that autho

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

Such a leaderboard was not worthy of his time. May was rendered speechless by the question because she had no answer. Then, an elderly man who came with May and had been waiting quietly outside the door looked in and said, “Based on all the information we got, we suspect Midas King is at least top ten on the Assassin Leaderboard.” Kaze nodded. “Alright, we’ll consider him No. 10 then. So, if I call Venom Kanon, the No. 4 on the leaderboard, to settle this, would it suffice?”

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”