Mrs Assassin Novels & Stories

However, the moment she got to the end of the aisle, a familiar powerful fragrance forced her to look up. That was when she was met with those alluring grey eyes she had gazed upon last night. Alpha Xavier Valcourt was High Target 10, the Alpha she had been sent to assassinate last night and failed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

The assassin gave him a blow with his fist and his mouth began to bleed. He couldn't talk anymore but was breathing very high, at the verge of death Assassin : you're a tough one aren't you? I would have taught you a bigger lesson but I wasn't paid that much. I have better things to do He pulled the trigger again but just as he did that, a strong force pushed his hand away and the bullet hit one of his men The man yelled and fell down Assassin : what the..... Voice: leave him alone The assassin turned back to see a woman who wore a blue garment and covered her head down. The only visible part of her body were her eyes which she used to see.

Let this mark the beginning of thy punishment. He understood what this mean. The Mother has been working with whoever it was that sent those men after Ava. It could be Xavier's men and when the assassin found out about the Mother's betrayal, he killed her. Does that mean the assassin does not Want Ava dead? The assassin works for the mafia lords. He is a bloodthirsty mafia serial killer and assassin boss. How on earth is he protecting a person who they want dead? Only one thing can answer that: the assassin boss may have turned against the mafia lord.

"I remember now. He looked… somewhat like Mr. Cyrus!" Alyssa was slightly taken aback. "Oh? He must be quite handsome then," she commented. Jasper was at a loss for words. Was this the right time to mention that? Angelina placed her trembling hand on her injured left leg, still reeling from the shock of the incident. "I'm certain that the assassin has undergone rigorous combat training. His skills rival those of foreign mercenaries. "I doubt Preston has the resources to hire such an expert. But if he wasn't the mastermind, how did the assailant smuggle Madam Lauren into Harper Group's highly secure building? Moreover, he locked her in the safe room known only to Mr. Harper Senior."

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

After more beating and torment on him, the assassin finally confessed the sender name when his life was placed on the line. Charles was shocked when the assassin mentioned no one's name but his precious Jasmine. He wondered what would have provoked her to send an assassin after him. "I was sent by Jasmine Williams to kidnap you and torture you until you tell me everything about Mr A and who he truly is, but not to kill you" the assassin confessed on his dying breath. He could not afford to die yet when he had a lot of family responsibilities to attend to. His wife had just given birth to adorable twins, and couldn't take good care of them if he died. If he had known, the person he was sendin

she put them out under a dryer to dry them before she stuck piled them into her get up and made her way out of her door. She had just made her way down the stairs when she encountered the other assassin a tall slender man with all his head shaved clean, a black eye patch, and a long cross earring dangling from one of his ears. Their eyes met from the distance and they quickly recognized each other. The man gave her an evil smirk revealing golden teeth missed with mental ones, before shooting at her. Poison was quick to dodge the bullets while escaping down the street and the other assassin gave in pursuit. *******

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.