My Status As An Assassin Novels & Stories

Being twenty four years old and the eldest child made me the heiress of the empire. I have a younger 'sister' who goes by the name, Dana. She's one year younger than me. I've been trained ever since I was a child unlike Dana who has been treated like a princess ever since she was born. I stared at the man in front of me, who was shivering in his seat. He had his hands tied behind his back. "Mr Lacroix, I'm sure you know who I am." I spoke with a calm tone. "Y-yes I know who you are. You are the assassin," Antoine Lacroix stuttered, sweat forming on his forehead.

Getting a good view of his firm ass and broad shoulders makes my body come alive. My passion turns to shock when he turns back to me and says, “I’m a killer, Soph!” My mouth gapes open, then I shake my head as if I heard him wrong. “What?” I ask, confused. He takes a deep breath and moves to stand before me. “When you asked what I do for a living, I told you that I worked for the government. All of which is true. What I am, though, is a government-sanctioned assassin. I kill bad people for a living.” He stops talking and gazes down at me with an expectant frown. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for me to tell him to go to hell or something. However, I don’t know what to feel or say. I guess a

Before he spoke, he blew out a lot of smoke. “In exchange for your freedom from prison, you will work for our organization as assassins.” “You make us murderers?” Lie asked seriously. “What does assassin mean?” I asked innocently. “Yes. What does assassin mean?” Glendy asked who, like me, knew nothing about such work. “Assassin is someone who kills a famous or important person, usually for political reasons or in exchange for money. In other words, let them make us; murderer, killer, slayer, liquidator,” Lie explained to us.

Staring at him more intently, I noticed he was at the hospital earlier today; in fact, he also interrogated me. “What are you doing here at such an ungodly hour?” he asked, despite my lack of response to the former question. "And how did you find the assassin?' his partner added and stood up. “Assassin?” I narrowed my eyebrows, confusingly—what does he mean by assassin? “Yes. This man here is an infamous assassin. He's a pro at killing his target while making it seem like an accident. I'm stunned you manage to track him down, but more overwhelmed that he's dead. Did you…”

This is a dream come true. There’s so much happiness in my heart I’m going to burst. But at the same time, I felt scared and unsure of the future. I think it was too soon to feel these things but I don’t know it felt like it was been there all along. Did he felt the same way for me? He's an assassin. Or I thought he is. I've lived with assassins my whole life the way they move or think isn't new to me. And I'm a runaway princess.

As my boots hit the fire escape, I pulled the trigger on a small remote in my hand. The entire room exploded behind me...fire, smoke, and shattered glass raining down. A hellish goodbye. I didn’t flinch. It was my signature—burn everything, leave no evidence. I fixed my hair, wiped a speck of ash from my cheek, and walked away like it was nothing. My name is Lea. I’m a platinum-ranked assassin under the High Table. That rank? It means I’m one of the best. It means the world fears me. Or, in simpler terms:

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

I was so pissed and angry at his stupid pretense. “I promise, I had nothing to do with the shootings or anything like that. And also, I am not a mafia boss, I—” He hesitated, looking away from my eyes, his gaze drifting to the window. Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to mine, his expression more serious. “I’m an assassin—more like a murderer. I do the dirty work for people so they don’t have to pay the price. And as for me, I never get caught. Just betting on clean cash,” he said, and I narrowed my eyes in disbelief.