Order Killer Novels & Stories

Compared to her glamorous fur coat and high heels, I probably looked filthy and pathetic in her eyes. She let out a quiet laugh, her tone full of contempt. "Are you the only driver who has made it through the mountain's 72 winding turns unharmed? Do you have any idea that the 50 million dollars I'm offering is enough to buy 100 lives like yours?" I said nothing and smoked in silence. The driver's side door opened, and Elias stepped out. His gaze swept across me. His expression was calm, but he still carried the same air of superiority.

“But didn't your client tell you to only kill one person? What if they get angry about you disobeying their orders and don't pay you?” The man with a scarred face paused for a second after hearing my words. I nearly breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't. After mingling with people like Mateo and other people who moved in the streets, I knew how these things worked. Contracted killers were often required to follow the client's instructions to the single word, or else they would be left to face the consequences for their actions. The man's eyes fell on me and then, Chyna. “Surely it can't be you they are trying to kill,” he muttered under his breath. “In this case, let me help them make a deci

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

Killer says and I know I show my shock when I look at him and the sneer way, he says it. “He’s your brother.” I point out the obvious since nobody else wants to. “Kylie is my sister, Vincent WAS my brother on condition he didn't fuck my sister.” Killer's voice is cold and I sense the presence of the ghost as he glares at me. “Right.” I say staring at him, a silent agreement passing between us. “Okay, we take him out if we have to, or whatever they need us to do. The money is already deposited and your orders for this is from National, nobody besides us in this room are to know of this, understand,” River says.

he snarled. "Oh really? Denial, is that what you are going with? Now Brad, this impersonator standing in front of you, his real name is Rhett Olive and not Harry Locke. He has been deceiving us all this while. All he wants to do is kill you and he found this as a perfect strategy to use. He means no good, please believe me" I said. " I don't understand, are you saying Harry Locke isn't Harry Locke and is in fact Rhett Olive?" Brad asked..

“Beg again. Like last night.” “Please,” I forced out, voice hoarse. “Let go.” He smiled, slow, cruel. Released my throat, and stepped back. I sucked in air, coughing once, hand rising to touch the red marks he’d left. “Good girl,” he said, returning to the couch. He sat, legs spread, glass in hand. “Now sit. We have business to discuss.” I stayed standing. “What business?” i asked. “A contract job, a clean kill tomorrow night.” Oscar said, sipping from his glass his eyes never leaving mine. “Client want’s it as fast as possible.

“A delivery worker that was supposed to bring your order was killed just around the corner. This address was next on his list of rounds. Did you notice anything out of the order?” “I’m sorry to hear that someone’s dead,” This part Sarah did not have to fake. She felt deeply for the lost life. “However, I was inside all along, and unfortunately, I cannot say that I noticed anything unusual. Except that our order was late. But I guess that can be explained now.” She felt bad for uttering an atrocity like this, but it was necessary, she was aware of that. They had enough trouble already. The police poking around was the last thing they needed.

Toward the only kind of ending that had ever actually mattered. "Good," she said, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, her voice didn't have a single crack in it. "Let's go home." Reports found in Alpha Josiah's office showed the kill orders between him and Declan Voss for Alpha Korr, Beta Howard, and Ricky too Chains. We never found the seven-foot hooded assassin who killed Alpha Korr. We probably never would. Brianne's MC assured us we'd never see him again. Guaranteed, they said, and something in the way they said it told me not to ask twice.

"I've been embedded in the eastern sectors for a week now, tracking the operational patterns of The Order. Kael... there is something much more disturbing about their first-in-command boss. The man who goes by the name Dante." Kael narrowed his eyes, his posture straightening. "Elaborate." "When we first identified The Order as a potential threat to the supernatural high courts, we assumed Dante was simply an exceptionally skilled human running a highly trained network of contract killers," Roran explained, the sound of papers rustling echoing over the line.

After handing the plates over to some nurses, I went back to the room but just as I held the door handle and was about to push in, I heard Phil say, "We've identified the person who shot you. His name is Karl Leadman, a twenty seven years old assassin from Rome who under the orders of some Viktor Soktos, the head of an underworld gang, the costa Nostra, an Italian mob, who was sent to kill a certain Mariano and bring him to justice for the deaths of the Lorenzo brothers, Luciano and Marco Lorenzo." I gasped. Oh my God.