My Status As An Assassin Novels & Stories

Certainly not him that will take such a risk! "Is that all there is to the message?" The assassin trembles. He'd zoned off after exhaling. He shakes his head quickly. "There is one more statement, and it concerns the young man standing right beside you!" As he glares at the man standing there, the assassin's eyes darken. "What about him? And why are you hostile to him? Don't you know who he is?" "Is it important who he is? And who is he by the way? He is just a dog of the Millers! Why then should he not be hostile to him?" Suddenly, a venomous cold voice roars before the assassin can respond.

"So, Raven, what is your role in the story?" She replied, "A bloodthirsty killer." …without any hesitation. "... can you elaborate on what you mean by that?" "What else is there to say? I kill people." My lips twitched as I became aware of her sluggish demeanor, who was currently scanning her black-painted nails in boredom. However, this did not deter me from doing my job as I continue with my next question. "According to the script, you're an assassin for a well-known underground killers organization known for having a unique protocol for exclusively killing people who have sinned; what do you think makes you different from the other main characters with the same gender?"

I gasped loudly. "Yes-" He stopped, "Wait, no." "Oh?" "You and your guessing skill." He let out a short chuckle before offering me a seat, which I took. "Then what's your job then?" Yeah, what kind of job requires killing some people other than a ninja? "I'm an assassin." -Oh. "An... ass...ass... in?" "Yes." He nodded. "Look, I was born to-" "-make history?" "In a way." He gave me a small smile, "I was born to assassinate criminals."

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

I got to her in record time, glad that the car was an automatic as there was no way I would’ve been able to drive a manual transmission as well as our pressure on my stomach. “There’s been an ambush at the house. Machiavelli and his men as well as Jaime.” She didn’t give me a choice but to use my words. I’m more of a listener than a talker and in my line of work, that’s really important. I am an assassin, a fixer of situations, a ghost. I’m the one they call when things go tits up and can’t find a resolution.

"All I have to do is tell Josh, and you're free. You know that, right?" Also, Josh was a cop. I shook my head and gave her a push. "Go! Your prince charming is waiting for you." She sighed, "You're right, I do have to go." She gave me another hug. "Take care of yourself, and if anyone messes with you, let Bandit know." I looked back at the club's entrance to see one of the bouncers, Bandit, already staring at me. I gave him a little smile and a wave before turning back to face Delilah, who had a funny look on her face.

I walk into the arms of Dylan, and he holds me. “What will you do now?” He asks me, and I don’t answer, because I don’t know. For the last nearly six years, I have been an assassin. Before that I was a fucked up, alcoholic and drug addict. This is the first time that my life is now mine. I smile, thinking of all the possibilities. “I don’t know, but I want to find out with you and Dante. That’s if you both still want to?” I say as the doubt creeps in.

“What, you’re gonna talk now?” “Depends on what you ask. There are some things I’m not allowed to say.” The assassin sat down. “Who wants to kill me?” She shook her head. “Dunno.” “You don’t know? Then why did you try and kill me?” “I got the job off the dark web. There are bounties on you all over the world. They’ve all accumulated to ten billion in total.” James rubbed his nose. Was he only worth ten billion? “Who are you? Which power do you belong to? When did this country get assassins like you?” James looked at the assassin. She was extremely powerful, yet she was not vulgar. Her strength was even on par with the 28-nation martial arts gurus.

I said. "That's... unexpected" he mumbled. "That's why it's a secret" I added. "So, what kind of assasin, are you? You don't go about stealing from people and killing them, do you?" He asked. I winced. "That's actually what I do. I kill and steal. But, I leave innocent people out of it. I only deal with assholes who make other people to suffer and grieve" I told him. "That's a relief. Wow, an assassin? I never could have guessed. Are you a one-man squad or do you go as a team?" He asked.

A surge of satisfaction flooded my being as I surveyed my defeated opponent. Completing the mission was only the beginning. Now, faced with fragments of my own identity, I grappled with the task of unravelling the enigma that was my true self. Memories began to resurface, bit by bit, providing me with glimpses of my purpose. I was not merely an assassin, nor solely a seductress. I was Nemesis, a force to be reckoned with, and I vowed to let nothing stand in the way of my destiny.