My Status As An Assassin Novels & Stories

I'm almost there… Just about to cum… Before I can rupture inside Bianca's mouth, though, a familiar voice calls. “Merciless.” I pause mid-explosion, wrenching my eyes open. It's Anton. My partner for the assassination mission we have in two nights. He's been trying to warm up to me since the day Uncle Raven assigned us to the mission. Well, not just him, though. Every other person in this bunker has been fighting to stay on my good side. The reason is obvious— I'm now a Made Man, meaning only three people are my superior— Raven, Igor, and Tits.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

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!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Because using it would expose him.” I stared at him. “Expose him for what?” I already didn’t like where this was going. I leaned back again, folding my arms. “What kind of job gave him that kind of money, Kailin?” I asked slowly. “Because I remember him doing menial work. Fixing things. Carrying loads. Jobs people look down on.” “That was the cover,” he said. My stomach dropped. “He was an assassin,” Kailin continued. “A damn good one.”

CHAPTER 4 – Will The fucking punk ass Jamie was tied up and left in a warehouse until I could get to him. I knew that if I went in hot I would kill the bastard before I got any information out of him. And I needed to know who had it out for Shay. When Jamie came to work for me a few months ago I tolerated his idiocy because good marksmen were tough to come by and he was one of the best. I’m what you would call an assassin, butcher, hired gun, hitman, killer. It really doesn’t matter what you name it, I kill people for a living. And I am damn good at it.

Without skipping any of the difficult parts. "I'm not useful to you like this," I said. "You're more useful to me like this than dead." "I'm an assassin. I came here to kill you. Every day you keep me alive is another day I'm a liability." "You're many things," he said. "A liability is not one of them." I stared at him.

She beckoned them. “Y-yes, master.” Both of them bowed to the assassin. “As both of you have seen my face, it's not possible to let you roam around freely,” Garaine said in her stoic, assassin voice. “What shall I do with you?” “Master, no matter who you are, it doesn’t change your identity as our master and the greatest assassin of all time,” one of them spoke. “In our eyes, you are always our master.” “We are ready to accept whatever punishment is awaiting us,” the other said, looking at his master sincerely.

As in death? Then it came to my realization as I pondered over the term. Reaper. Grim Reaper. Death… Shit! Assassin. Tiara is an assassin. Holy… I wanted to curse aloud, but then I remembered being an undercover eavesdropper. The revelation was mind-boggling in and of itself, and I have no idea whether or not I should feel flattered by it. I mean, those types of people have had extensive training in the art of murder. Developed to be the most efficient killing machine possible, and Nikolai was their master.

The leader of the six assassins felt a chill spike through his heart as fear shot straight to his head. In the instant his eyes met Ashton's, he felt like he had fallen into purgatory and was staring directly at Death. That terrifying killing intent made even these seasoned assassins tremble. Eunice stared at Ashton's back. A strange sense of familiarity rose within her. "Who am I?" Ashton chuckled. He stopped suppressing his killing intent and pulled out his Legion's sigil, saying, "You can call me the Grim Reaper. I'm the newly appointed deputy head of the Legion. Now that you know who's sending you to hell, it's time to die!"

Alessia’s hands trembled and her body trembled. Priam lifted a hand. “Guard.” A Terra soldier stepped forward, pressing a stone-forged blade to the assassin’s throat. The Emperor’s voice hardened, “Tell me who hired you.” The assassin exhaled slowly then smiled. Alessia’s breath caught. It wasn’t a smile of amusement. It was a smile of certainty. “I wasn’t hired.” Priam’s eyes narrowed,“What?” “I wasn’t hired,” the assassin repeated calmly. “I volunteered.” Eryx stiffened. “Volunteered? For what—treason?! ”