Mrs Assassin Novels & Stories

"Stella, get ready, you have a job to do this night" Mrs Smith said to one of the female special assassins. "Yes, ma'am!" Stella bowed her head. "I need you to clear the mess Hannah left behind. Someone just confirmed that Meng is taking another thirteen years old girl to a hotel to defile as usual. He is a beast! I will write down the details for you and I trust you always do clean jobs, don't disappoint me this time" Mrs Smith confided.

She moved so quickly that no one else but Frost had the time to react to her movements. When she attacked, another life was snuffed out. Myst used two short knives that were both as elegant as she was. When she drew blood, she was merciless. In an instant, two assassins collapsed. The other members of Frost’s team were shocked. They were the elites of elites, but this woman had killed them so easily! While they were still overwhelmed by shock and fear, Myst approached them with her short knives. The sniper made a ruthless face and fired at her with the rifle.

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

“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.

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”

Each word dripped with venom and thrill. “Yes,” the assassin confirmed, a faint smile hidden beneath his hood. Mira’s dark smile deepened. The air around her seemed to thicken as she whispered, “Perfect.” Her tone was soft, yet the room seemed to darken with the sound of it. She shut the case with a quiet click and straightened. “Leave me,” she said finally, her tone smooth but heavy with command. The assassin bowed once more deep, silent and final, then he turned. Within seconds, his form melted into the shadows, dissolving as if he’d never been there at all.

I’m so disoriented and confused as to what’s happening and before I can even try to get up, someone is on top of me and pinning me down with something cold pressed to my throat that I can only assume is a blade. I look up at my captor, assessing them. They are slender and curvy with the frame of a woman. Their eyes are a piercing green and make me feel like my every move and expression are under scrutiny and being assessed. I don’t feel afraid for some reason, I know I should, but all I can think about was the way my parents were murdered, and I feel angry and indignant. I am NOT going to die this way. Dying this way, of all ways… That’s bullshit! I narrow my gray eyes, continuing to meet th

The moment her husband stepped in, she didn’t wait for him to settle down. “So you’ve succeeded?” she hissed. “What is your problem, woman? Can’t you see I am exhausted?” Minister Caswell hissed. “Exhausted? From scheming, right?” she snorted. “I don’t have the time for your problems this evening. While other mothers would be grateful and overjoyed and hurriedly prepare their children for the big day, here you are demanding questions which have no answers.” Mrs. Caswell’s lips curved. “I know it was you who hired the assassins who made the Luna unable, but I can promise you, the Luna position would never be Yella’s.”

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

the owner of the Pagani Huayra BC car. Her mind stopped beating when she crossed the gate of the castle and she felt like '"success at last!" In her thoughts. Draged the bag in which the sniper gun was inside and started moving towards the door that leads to the garage. The second the door opened, everywhere and everything before her eyes were exceedingly bright, the light was so much in the veranda and so many were the guests who stood at the entrance of the building that she had to draw back for a second and fidgeted, feeling she has been caught even before there was anyone to tell her... A close look at the people at the door, she noticed nobody cares: they were all making merry, drinkin