Order Killer Novels & Stories

He was ordinary-looking, so nobody would notice him in a crowd. "Tell me, who is your employer?" Qin Haodong immediately used Mind-Manipulation. As expected, this guy did not know much about his employer. He had only read about a reward on the Deep Web and come to assassinate Qin Haodong. He had not expected that his orchestrated means of killing would be easily found by Qin Haodong. Unlike the small killer, this guy was obviously not tough. He knelt in front of Qin Haodong and pleaded. "Please let me go. I take care of both old and young relatives, so I had to do this."

Sean just glanced disinterestedly. “What's more?” “Adam didn't do it all himself, he hired a very famous assassin in the dark world, Sour.” Sour. Sean had heard that name before. Sour is a genius assassin with a psychopathic mind who is very cruel and maniac. He kills his victims with a very mature calculation and can be very cruel at times. Until now, no one knew the real figure of the killer. “Sour is famous for never failing. He will become obsessed with his victim if he can't kill them. And now, he will definitely chase you, you have to be careful because until now we don't know who he is.”

The assassin's name was Revik. He gave it without significant resistance, which told Aldric that names were not what he was guarding. A name was a small concession — a demonstration of willingness that cost nothing and bought goodwill he might need later. He was not from the order. He confirmed this when the comparison was raised, with the expression of someone who found it mildly offensive. Contracted. Private. The kind of operative powerful men used when they wanted outcomes that could not be traced back through institutional channels.

"I was. For a while. But I came back." My voice was hard. "Why?" "To warn you." "About what?" He stopped a few feet away. "About the order." Rex raised his gun. The barrel was steady now. "What order?" Alexander looked at the forest. At the shadows between the trees. "The order to kill you. All of you. The children. The witnesses. Everyone." Rex's finger tightened on the trigger. "Who gave the order?" Alexander met his eyes. "The investors. They voted. Unanimously. You are all targets."

Zeke said glaring at me What's his fucking problem. I'm definitely trying to hold my self in and prevent my self from stabbing this office pin on his ass . Whimp! But something is wrong here "Wait!! I thought the killer doesn't operate during the day ?" I asked "So we thought this is what happens when the person in charge of the case let her guard down " shawn barked at me "Oh please how many times do I tell you it was urgent!!" I yelled Ok now I'm doing a lot of yelling

A beautiful yet deadly distraction. There is too much shit going on right now for me to be thinking of her. I can’t handle any more trouble. I pulled out my phone and dialed Kenneth’s number. Kenneth is the man I hire to get the job done outside my kingdom. No questions asked. All he does is kill the target and life goes on, but he has no idea he is working for Domenico Lombardi; all he knows is that I pay well. I know a little about him. He has a small mechanics shop and a daughter. Kenneth: Good day, boss,

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot. “What?” I asked as I wanted to make sure that I heard him right. “What did you just say?” The witch doctor shifted in his seat, leaning back and fixing me with his eyes. “I worked for Lord Tyrelle and his pack. And there was something that struck me as odd. People in the pack are calling you lady Killer Smile.” “What about it?” Even though my voice sounded fixed and confident, my heart was pounding rapidly inside my chest. A small part of me was hoping that there I might find something as to why my smile ended up this way.

“How about you tell me what pies he’s got his fingers in, then we’ll go from there.” “I’m not a fucking rat, and I’m not about to start now.” She smiled, flashing her straight teeth. “You are a rat, though. The only reason I came here was to get information from you. You mentioned something about those dealers getting killed. Are they yours?” “I have no comment on that. Even if they were, you don’t have a fucking thing to tie it to me.” “Lying by omission is still lying.” “Lying by omission is the only way to stay breathing,” I sneered, cutting her with a sharp glare. “The dealers that have been hit. I can tell you who’s been giving the orders.”

the man in the backseat blurted out, his voice trembling with a new level of fear. "What? What do you know about him?" Oliver demanded, twisting in his seat to glare at the prisoner. "He’s legendary and merciless underground hitman," the man stammered. "He’s a rogue Alpha, but he doesn't lead a pack. He just kills for the highest bidder. They say once he’s on a scent, he never stops until the target is dead." Oliver shifted his gaze back to me.