Mrs Assassin Novels & Stories

But why… a case like this could bring him here? ‘Shit! Shit! Shit! What power that woman has?! How could it be like this?! If so, everything will really be exposed! It is really scared me now!’ The panic was clearly reflected in her eyes again. “So how was it, madam?” asked the assassin. “How what do you mean?! Remember, I have paid you! So everything is really your responsibility! I already told you about this! If they found out, then you have to turn yourself in! And don’t let you say my name when the police interrogate you!” said Mrs. Megan.

"She fell from the balcony and died on the spot, but the police caught the murderer." "Why here?" Ashlynn asked. "To frame you?" "Yeah." "Who was it? Do you know them?" "Probably someone I know, but I don't remember," Anne said, before asking Ashlynn, "do you know a woman by the name Lilian?" Ashlynn shook her head. "I've only been your assistant for a short period of time, and I've never heard of that person." "I heard from Anthony that Lilian is a professional assassin." Corentin came inside after overhearing their conversation from the balcony.

It was a woman’s voice, speaking in heavily accented English. Goldman and Emerald Devil’s hearts shuddered as they turned toward the source of the voice. There, a woman in a skin-tight leather jacket with long, fiery red hair and sanguine piercers in her hand stepped forward. “Bloody Rose.” Goldman remained calm, but Emerald Devil failed to keep his composure. It was because the person who had just arrived was also an assassin. Emerald Devil was ranked 14th on the world’s assassin ranking, while Bloody Rose ranked ninth.

I informed him, and he spurt out the drink in his mouth looking at me shocked. "Hey, did I say anything wrong." "Yes, you said something more than wrong. Aris, you don't even know who this girl is, you know absolutely nothing about her. Okay, don't you think it's weird, she showed up on the same day an attempt was made on your life." Okay, what is he talking about, I'm lost. "What are you trying to say, Drew, cause i do not get you." "All I'm saying is, that she might be the assassin, maybe she was sent to kill you, when the first attempt failed."

I placed my hand on my banging heart, for real it was going to explode if I didn't leave Vegas's room, I released a breath of relief, I needed to be careful else I would be killed before I completed my mission. "I really did see her," I heard Jaylen talking to someone as I came down the stairs. "Okay, where did you see her?" I heard Madam reply in a playful tone. I was about to go downstairs but I hid when I heard Jaylen say, "Where Rex was shot, she was the assassin, Madam she had the same eyes as the girl I always see in my dreams." "Really? So you saw the girl's eyes you see in your dream in reality? In the dream, she was wearing a mask in your room? And in reality, she was wearing a mask

What a dramatic scene that would be. "No, the task was taken by Camellia Smith. Have our son ever heard of her?" Mr. Marcus imitated her tone and casually asked, showing no sign of his internal turmoil. Jessica shook her head in confusion. Camellia Smith, what a coincidence. She mockingly said, "A female assassin? She's probably from the same ancestor as you!" "I mean, can you have a little bit of concern?" Mr. Marcus couldn't bear it any longer and roared. He finally understood why she could easily kill a giant python, what could make her change her expression?

Taskmasters are the group of people who call for the assignments or tasks of each assassin in the association. They are the only ones with authorization to do so and know every phone number of every assassin. “This is your last assignment to approve your resignation. Your assignment is a woman. 24 years old, dangerous because he is an ex-assassin of The association. She killed a Council member so it has to be done no matter what. You will get paid 30 million. Are all the details given by your client clear, assassin?” Answered a deep voice across the line.

She places the call on speakerphone and we all wait when the click signals whoever it is has answered. “Hello Teagan, how can I help you?” My eyes go wide and I feel excited. I look at momma and she winks at me with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Hello Alessa. I need you help.” She says and I become giddy. The Mother’s Revenge are assassins and helped us get Rebel back. The Mother’s Revenge are fucking legends in both my world and the world of the MC.

I replied to her, and she just huffed once before hanging up. I dialled Nevil’s number after that. I was late, but he should have submitted his investigation report by now. “I was about to call you, Mr. Holster,” Nevil spoke hurriedly as soon as the call connected I had already resumed my search for Project Eclipse or Aurelia in the old server data by now. “Speak,” I asked him coldly, my eyes glued on the screen. “The woman with Dr. Carl Nelson is a top model in Houston, but she is an undercover assassin from a legally authorized organization, The Revolt.” He told me, and I narrowed my eyes.

Assess. The hands on me. They were firm, but… there was a difference. I’d spent years in a world of men; their grips, their shifts in weight, the way they manhandled you. All the people I’d put down had been men. These hands, even through gloves, lacked that… heft. The pressure was distributed differently. Softer bones. Women. An assassin? Doubtful. Their movements were clumsy and were fueled by nervous energy, not cold precision. No, this wasn’t professional. This was personal. They weren’t here to kill me; they wanted to scare me.