My Status As An Assassin Novels & Stories

His tone was devoid of jokes as he went to sit beside Hunter and askes, "Hey, what happened to you?" Hunter closed his eyes tightly like he was trying to forget but how could he? "Before I met Rahman, I was a secret service assassin. I was given an assignment but when I got to the venue, someone else had done the job but the person killed a wrong target. Before I could flee the scene, I was apprehended by a gang but fought my way out. When I realized it was a plan by someone in the agency to set me up, I quit the secret service and joined Rahman but little did I know that they were still looking for me."

I say and I mean it. “You’re one of the greatest IT or tech person I know. I just need you to focus on moving our funds out of those frozen accounts and into an offshore one. I will personally take care of the Lieutenant real soon.” I add as we both turn around and begin to jog back towards the CEO’s compound. My days are usually eventful, but unlike the past three days of my life. It has been crazy. I was given an target that I didn’t kill, which is a first for me, and has me feeling insecure about my ability as an assassin.

I hiss through my teeth, pain exploding on my shoulder blades, but instead of releasing me, the asshole digs his nails deeper in my flesh. "Should I tell you a story?" He asks and I nod,tears overflowing from my eyes, he must have drawn blood because when he releases his hold, I feel sticky liquid dripping down my arms. "So you see, my name is Adrian, I'm an assassin, I was just a rogue, holding a grudge against Lance, your mate, or should I say your ex-mate, when I was approached by Belinda" He smirks but I roll my eyes

I spoke, my voice devoid of emotion, a mere echo of the puppet the Silver Hands had crafted. He regarded me with a mix of defiance and curiosity. "And who might you be, lurking in the shadows?" "A weapon of the Silver Hands," I replied, my identity tethered to the organization that had molded me. His eyes widened, realization dawning. "So, they've sent an assassin to stop me." I nodded, the internal conflict masked by a stoic exterior. "It's nothing personal. It's just a duty."

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

he mumbled. "The assassin leaves behind an S which he indents into the head of the victim," Paulo informed everyone. I took a disgusted look at the man. He was such a fucking bitch. I clapped my hands slowly. "Are you mentally incapacitated or incredibly thick? Maybe both?" I asked him as I chuckled darkly. "We have already figured out that the assassin is Salvatore. What I am asking now is how no one has managed to take him down. Fucking hell, do I have to do everything myself?" I seethed.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

An idea began to form in my mind as I considered how paranoid he would need to be to require them all. The next morning, I announced myself to the soldiers guarding the entrance. I had returned to the nearest safe house the night before and cleaned myself up. On the surface, I appeared nothing more than a savvy businessman seeking an audience. It was meant to deceive any onlookers, curious about the heavy military presence around the palace, though I introduced myself for what I truly was. A former assassin. Moments later, I found myself before the king. “What are you doing here, assassin?” He snarled. “I gave orders for all of you to be in Mercius.”

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.