My Status As An Assassin Novels & Stories

I snap. I know why they’re asking. My monster is still on the surface, and my eyes must be black and blue. As I continued walking, I ask through the mic how are things. So far, every rogue is dead, and I got at least four injure men. Barking some orders, we pick bodies and cleaning the place as fast as possible. “Any survivor?” I asked one of my assassins. “No boss, no one,” he said.

stated Jane “The assassin is one who operates at a high profile and from the series of killings he performed, it seems his victims are high profile personalities thus he is working for someone who is of high authority. So I need you to lead me to the security operatives in charge with the footage of major place in the city, from my observation, he is someone that knows this city like the back of his palm and thus is a resident here, so if he wants to play the game of hide and seek, I am interested”. And with that Levi left the restaurant leaving Jane there in uttermost amazement and also questioning her abilities.

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.

"Oh, and Scarlett? Please, call me Thea." Scarlett dips her head, her eyes downcast towards the desk. "Right. Sorry." As I head up the stairs, I wonder who will be waiting for me. Five million dollars is a lot of money, but I have yet to hear what his assignment will be, so I don't work myself up to much. Three years ago, if someone had told me I'd be a seasoned assassin, running my own multi-million dollar operation, I would've thought they were crazy, but here I am, doing just that. Life is what you make it. I started with nothing, yet here I was. At the top of the staircase, I'm greeted by Owen standing outside of my office, his normal cheeky grin nowhere to be seen.

“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”

she stated, looking at the profile of the man she is very familiar with. “Intelligence believes that he is still alive and well,” Damon then continued seriously. “He was able to recover from the blast and is now giving orders from his hideout.” “Well, I’m not going to go after him,” she insisted. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she recalled the torture she went through when she was tailing him. “You know why, Damon. No way!”

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?”

he replied after a short pause. She blinked slowly and smiled. "Do you think I fear anything?" she asked and he chuckled lightly. This felt so wrong, she felt weird toward this man. (Just because he's acting like this doesn't mean he's not a man who killed thousands of people), she needed to remind herself. She's an assassin, and he's her target. Maybe this is why he's so dangerous. He can play with emotions like how he plays with guns. Killing him grants her freedom.

He was in a state of rage and I was not expecting him to utter a word to me so I decided to go on with my plan. Grabbing a piece of the broken glass I slashed his palm before mine and not to my surprise he didn't even flinch a muscle. "I'm an assassin to an undercover mafia organization. All the bad things you've heard about me are true and whatever gruesome imagination you have about me in your head is real cause I'm nothing but cruel.

he says happily. I stare at him gobsmacked. “I’m sorry, you just finished telling me that this guy is the ultimate assassin who has an army of assassins at his beck and call and your response is to what? Pat me on the back and wish me luck?” I spit flippantly.