Mrs Assassin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

Though being in her presence sent chills down his spine, never once did it occur to him that his mother was an assassin. The House of Assassins was rife with rumors about her. Keira's predecessor. The House of Assassins' original number one assassin. The Silencer. But she was a myth. Never seen, only whispered about. Unexplained, grizzly acts of brutal bloodshed when all seemed lost on the battlefield were attributed to her.

"What? You attacked Ruby?” “She was trying to thwart my mission. I'm not a patient person, Madam," the man explained as he opened the window and rested one arm there. “Isn't my order clear? I asked you to finish off that woman named Amber, not Ruby.” Unexpectedly, the assassin let out a creepy laugh. While picking up a bottle from under the chair, he muttered, “Shouldn't you be happy? I managed to get rid of your husband's first wife. You have no rival, Mrs. Smith."

But the assassin's weapon was wavering, her tactical focus momentarily broken by the flood of new, contradictory information. ​ ​The assassin's head tilted, assessing the information. ​With a curse of frustration, the assassin turned on her heel. "If this is a lie, Xavier, I will be back for you both." ​ In a final, terrifying move, she detonated a small smoke canister, plunging the room into darkness. When the smoke cleared, she was gone, leaving only the shattered wall and the ringing silence. ​Xavier was at Alessia's side in an instant, pulling her into his massive, shaking embrace.

Thomas was someone she could not take down. Lord Vedastus and Lucia sat in their chairs helplessly. After some contemplation, they still could not come up with a suitable solution. Just when they thought that nobody could kill Thomas, the computer suddenly showed that someone had accepted the mission to assassinate Thomas! “Who is it?” Lucia could not wait to see who it was. The one who had taken the mission was Mrs. Morgan.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

He then smirked and moved his face closer. "A little impatient, are we?" "I don't know what game you are playing, but if you want a fight, then let's do that! Stop pinning me on this damn bed!" "Why would I? I like it this way. The only first class female assassin in House of Spades, under me... on my bed... in my room." "You are really testing my patience, aren't you?" "Hmm..." "If it's true you are the patron for this mission, then that means you want to die. Why don't you let me do my job? It would be my pleasure."

She confessed. What? "What? What do you mean you're a hired killer?" I wore a confused expression and looked her in the eye. "Yes, I kill people for money. I've killed over ten different people and I recently got word that I'm supposed to kill your mother." She confessed further. "What?" I couldn't help but feel shocked and that's when it came back to me. "Was that the decision you made? You decided that you were going to murder my mom in cold blood?" I questioned and I took a step back.

Not even a sigh. “Pakhan?” Kostya prods me. In desperate need to do something with all the energy inside of me, I grip the desk, crushing it until my knuckles throb. “We’ll wait for Mila to rejoin us.” “Of course,” he says. It’s not long before the assassin returns. She enters, shutting the door and effectively shutting off all reference to what just occurred. She glances at me from the corner of her eye, and I try to get a feeling for where her head is at after learning about Madison. She doesn’t give me a chance; she nods at the map.