My Rejected Assassin Novels & Stories

“The hitman, accountant and undertaker. Did I miss anyone?” Shaking her head, Akiko appraised the three unwilling candidates who were probably looking to skip the meeting. Burnus Bronte, the accountant, and Waylander, the independent hitman, rejected the invitation. However, Zen pleaded with his party members to see if they could convince them to look at the contract first. If they continued to reject, the gamer would seek them out himself.

she said and held my hand. Before I would have been happy that she held my hand, but I wasn't happy then because she wanted me to reject her as my mate. I snatched my hand from her grasp and said coldly. "I can't reject you as my mate," She growled deeply. "Fine then. I would reject you since you refused to reject me." "I, Jessica Wilson, reject Lucas William, as my mate," I was sad and heartbroken upon hearing her rejection. I couldn't believe she could reject me because of the obsession she had with Asher.

He don’t need her anymore. Hearing with this, Lesley hunter, clenched her teeth. She failed to catch and killed Joshua but Erick Luckser managed to killed him so easily. She felt that to be the number one assassin in the world was a big humiliation for her not able to do her job. She felt really disappointed with that, being titled with best one number assassin in the world was just only a piece of paper and useless when she failed to do her task. She smashed the table when she cut off the call. And left the hotel where she was rented!

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

Ashiel stood still for a long time. Then he shook his head. “No.” Damien narrowed his eyes. “What?” Ashiel turned to his mate. “You reject me.” The man blinked. “I should be rejecting you—” Ashiel’s voice broke. “I’m not letting you walk away without knowing someone is suffering every day because of you.” The room fell silent. “I, Ashiel King, accept your rejection… if you have the spine to say it.” The man hesitated. Then, with a hissed breath, he said the words:

I leaned back in my desk chair, folded my arms in front of my chest, my gaze fixed on the laptop that was on, and my eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t understand why they don’t agree with me temporarily leading the Mountain Volcano Pack and becoming the chairman of Dawson Company.” ‘Of course, they don’t agree. You rejected the late Alpha Auretta. Many blame you for her death.’ My wolf said in a painful tone. I took a deep breath through my mouth. Even though they knew why I rejected their Alpha, I was still the one who got the hate. I took my vibrating phone in my pants pocket to read the messages from the rogue assassins. I clicked my tongue.

He stood up and adjusted his fitted suit, he looked like a Greek god sent by Zeus to rule the underworld but instead, he fancied tormenting me by implanted thoughts such as; wanting to be on my knees praising his desirable body. I zoned out while staring at him, I halted the unending indecent thoughts when he said, "I would be presenting to you our newly hired assassin. Welcome Reina de Los Muertos to the Famiglia." He took a seat and smirked at me as if knowing I was in a trance imagining obscene scenes. But I didn't let it lower my composure in front of his men. I gave his men a firm nod. I could sense the petrified looks they held back, some gave me an appreciative nod, some were gaping b

“Stephen! Why did you leave me to rot in jail? Don’t you love me anymore? Why did you go back to your ex-wife? We were so happy together, remember? But you chose her over me. So I am going to kill your granddaughter as revenge. She will pay for your sins. I will stab her in one… two… three....” Before I could finish, I heard a gunshot, and pain tore through my back. I released Laura immediately, and she ran into her mother’s arms. I turned to see who had shot me and saw the policemen rushing forward. “No! I will not go back to prison. I won’t allow it. I better run away from here,” I said as I tried to escape. But after taking only three steps, another gunshot hit me in the chest. This one w

I bellow, forcing her to stop in her tracks. “Cass I changed my mind, don’t do this! CASS!” Instead of coming close, she screams back at me, shrill and breaking. “It’s the only way! The only way to survive this Ayr! You and I both know it!” “CASS!” “I Cassandra Kallio, reject you, Ayr Volare. I reject you! I reject our mate bond!” I drop to my knees and inhale deeply. My rejection has been bellowed out for every spy and eavesdropping little sneak to hear. On both sides of the river.

I had no idea how I managed to walk all the way home; I only knew that I needed to get away—from him, from that pack, from the humiliation still echoing in my head. My bag hung loosely from my arm, the strap nearly torn from how tightly I’d clutched it earlier. I didn’t even have the strength to wipe my tears anymore. Every few steps, a sob escaped my throat—loud, broken, pitiful. ‘He really did it…’ I whispered internally. ‘He rejected me.’ The memory played over and over again like a cruel loop. Gunner’s face—cold, impassive, almost lifeless—his words cutting through me like shards of glass. There had been no hesitation, no flicker of remorse. Just finality.