My Status As An Assassin Novels & Stories

Sain ask instead of getting curious about the identity of the fourth son of Luscio Costello which is me. Yeah, everyone thought that I am a man. The only one who knew that I am a woman are those people I killed. Since I live in the shadow, I become the hidden weapon of Sintti Organization. I become the mysterious assassin who mercilessly killed my target. "Phoebus Romani's assassination was failed" "Tsk" Sain hissed. "Hand it over to Alcatraz" he immediately order.

” ”PROFESSOR TAN, THAT IS ENOUGH! The whole room gets swallowed up in silence along with Doctor Reginald Estrellas’ aura of ferocity. Even Professor Johnny almost fell off his chair. ”We will not waste time with your sermons! You speak once about your latest complaint and then you can step out of this hall as soon as you are done!” ++++++++++ “So the assassin is freelance?” ”Yep, not even part of his Elite Team. This one is one of those for hire bastards that were once part of a shitty pirate squad up in the Maldives area. Fucking overpriced if you ask me.”

"Listen up, boy!" "You're right. I'm a monster, and the Pearl mentioned in all those books. Yes, I killed Diego Corry, but there's one small detail every single book has forgotten to mention." I was grinning wickedly. I threw him down on the ground with force. I could hear him murmuring something to himself under his breath as he said, "I'm an assassin. People hire me when they can't fix their own problems. They hire me because I don't ask questions, and I'm the best at what I do." I could see that he was saying, "I'm an assassin."

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

My head was already spinning with the implications of what had just happened. A student saw me. A goddamn student. This couldn’t get out!, it would ruin everything. The carefully curated image I’d built at this school, the mission I was here to complete, everything would be shattered if word got out, and my Mission will be ruined here in Petaluma College. Yes, I'm an assassin, and the only reason i'm in this school is to kill just one person. Oran Gorge the Camouflage.

I needed something to push me further into reality—that a life with Vince was dangerous for my daughter and me. As if he totally understood me, Theo nodded. He motioned for me to sit on the bed. Slowly and unsurely, I did. The bed creaked beneath me. "Your husband was a sought-after assassin,” he started. “He was an asset. A ghost. He was barely seen, only feared. He worked with high-level syndicates and had access to government contracts. His job was to eliminate people who stood in their way—politicians, judges, activists, you name it.”

The diversity of immigrants in American sure had done their menus favor. I wasn’t picky, Assassins were trained to live on the edge, in rags, with crumbs in slums. Status, money, or kindred all melted away when you were on training to be a first-class murderer. This is one of my most exuberant covers so far.

An incredibly angry voice spoke. "Now, who the hell are you and who sent you?" The man asked. I didn't say anything at first because I was unsure on how to answer the question from these two strange men that I could barely see in my blindfold. I was in dangerous territory. In all my life of being an assassin, I had never been caught. I had never even been close to getting caught before so this was a different territory for me. The only thing I was sure of was that in a situation like this, I don't speak no matter what. My job is to kill and to kill alone. That was what I was, a human killing machine. Nothing more and nothing less.

“You are doing something. None of this is on you. Just remember, no matter what happens, you did all you could for me.” His expression tightens as he tries to decipher my words. Fuck me if I missed the mark in reassuring him. Me and my big mouth. His hand rises as he gently caresses my cheek with his scarred knuckles. “One way or another, all of us assassins are fucked up, April. This is why we are what we are. You just need to prove to us all that you have the mental stability to do it. For now, promise me that you won’t give up. Promise me.”

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.