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Smoke billowed up, thickening and taking shape until an assassin stood before me. I heard Troy gasp, but I didn't look his way. The assassins eyes opened, the same violet color as the petals. "Who dares awaken me from my slumber?" Like the first encounter with an assassin, I said, "It is I, Jasmine. I'm here to take the piece of crown you protect." His violet eyes flashed with anger. "I will not allow that." He reached back and grabbed his swords from the sheaths at his back. "Prepare yourself for destruction."

You seem in a hurry! "The assassins from the Kimimoon kingdom moved" "Hah, so it was only because of that problem that you reported to King Akira?" “They are stronger than you think” “Oh well, it seems very urgent. Come on in! ” Aresha and Prince Yasashi come into the room. They salute. "Sorry, noble, we disturbed your time. But it's time. We don't have much time, ”said Aresha. "Yes, I understand!" replied Akira who then spoke to me.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

And it would make him harder to kill when I inevitably had to—inevitably being days away. He nodded slightly, his head inclining slightly, and a loose strand of dark brown hair fell over his forehead. I winced at the humanity of it. I needed to see him as a robot—the enemy because he was. I made up my mind to start tonight. Once it was in motion, no sad story of this orphan assassin would be enough to stop it. “Thank you for your time,” he said, and I almost laughed at the formality. “Of course.” I started brushing my hair and didn’t dare look at him as he silently left the room.

They couldn't even wait till midnight. “Your Majesty,” Samuel called my attention to the main screen. The first video was already playing, a flash of familiar red hair making my chest constrict. Seline bounced onscreen with a flip, her hair tied back in a high ponytail, her face expressionless. She stopped just beside a man chained to a wooden cross, grabbing a fistful of his hair and drew his head far back enough for me to see his sharp fangs. She beamed at the camera, toying with the stake in her hands for a moment, while the man screamed, pleading for mercy. In one swift motion, she plunged the equipment deep into his heart, twisting it tactfully. Next, she cut off his head, kicking it as

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

GEN’S POV The sound of the clock ticking on the wall filled the room as I slipped my phone back into my pocket. My hands were steady, but my chest felt tight, as if the weight of my decisions was finally starting to press down on me. The assassin had confirmed our rendezvous for later that night, and I was ready to hand over the first payment. Everything was in motion, just as I’d planned. Charles Bennett—the so-called heir—would soon be nothing more than a memory.

I scoffed, staring intently at the TV. ​He was simply a prick who deserved to die. I had merely gotten rid of their trash. ​I threw myself onto the couch, taking one big gulp from the bottle in my hand, not bothering to change out of my clothes. My apartment was a mess; I rarely had time to take out the trash. ​My name is Evelyn. I work for an Organization that specializes in weaponizing young girls into deadly assassins and assets for big shots who want to clean up messes. ​I snapped out of my thoughts when my watch began beeping. It meant I had another assignment. This made me frown; I wasn't supposed to take up another job on the same day as a hit.