Mrs Assassin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rose interjected. The maiden positioned the lamp at her side, granting us a modicum of visibility within the dimly lit chamber. "I am Maria. The assassin who has long eluded capture, responsible for extinguishing the lives of Mayors, Governors, and select government officials believed to be complicit in illicit enterprises. And by my side stands none other than the father of a Montenegro. We are here to beseech your aid."

Took the blade through her side. She didn’t scream. She just held the baby tighter. Then dropped to her knees. Blood soaked the cot. Aria was across the room in a breath. She didn’t use the blade. She used her hands. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE INTERROGATION ROOM — 5:07 A.M. The room was cold. Concrete. No cameras. No limits. The assassin hung from meat hooks. Still alive. Barely. Her badge had been fake. Her DNA was cloned. But her tongue still worked.

Looking at the astonished woman, she seemed to be someone she've met before. "Is that... Miss Rena?" she asked. “Is it the same person who assassinated your mother?!" K Whatever gasped! "Oh my, it appears my beloved little stepson brought his girlfriend back at home, aren’t you two young?" Rena said, raising an eyebrow and scoffed, “What? Do you think you've got what it takes to pull the trigger? Do you even know how to use it, little kid?" she mocked. Mrs. Rena's provocation caused her shoulder to be shot and she slumped to the ground when Sebastian shot her!

I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone. No!

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

I took my seat without a word and wait for the sermon begin. Valentina strode into the chamber like a blade in motion, sharp heels echoing against the stone floor, trench coat sweeping behind her like the wing of a vulture. All the whispers died. All breaths held. She has a lot of scars not only in her face but all over her neck. She was also known as Miss White. A woman who forgot what emotion was. A woman who’s a manager in a hotel during the day but a top assassin at night. She walked straight to the front, tapping a few keys on her laptop before turning on the massive wall-mounted screen.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

A silver needle caught the overhead light, a thin, lethal sliver aimed at the base of her throat. "Vanessa said the bitch is a freak. A heartbeat isn't enough to call it. Put the silver in her brain." The killer leaned in. His breath stunk of cheap cigarettes and rot. Madison's eyes snapped open. The silver light in her pupils turned the room into a blur of motion. She surged up, her hand clamping onto the lead assassin's throat. Cartilage groaned. The sound of his windpipe collapsing under her grip echoed off the tile walls like a dry branch snapping.

That the woman he married was not just the assassin he knew, but also the legendary hacker his family was desperately hunting. The hacker whose signature was used to kill nine of his men. I closed my eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. The clock was ticking. And I had no idea how to stop it.

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.