Real Modern Day Assassin Novels & Stories

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

The second man twirled around, but Nicholas acted faster, pointed his gun at the attacker, shot him, and watched his body hit the ground. Luke let out a low whistle. “Still got it, I see.” “Focus,” Nicholas barked, reloading his weapon. Derek cursed when he saw his men being removed one at a time. He pulled out a radio from his pocket, barking into it “ Bring Them In.” Closing the radio, he scowled and glanced over, faint noises started to emerge. Alison’s expression was one of shock and awe as she glanced at the newly arriving SUV, this one had a turret.

Jenna’s POV It was the next day, and finally the day of my audition and the beginning of my comeback. I got up by six am sharp. I had my bath and put on the outfit I bought yesterday from Lais Baiton. I chose not to wear a black shirt with black leather pants because that was obviously what the other contestants were going to wear. I did not want to look like the most cliche version of a female assassin; in reality, assassins rarely wear black on black because black on black with a face mask and all rather attract attention instead of doing the desired effects. The assassins I had met in my past life loved to dress in the most simple and inconspicuous outfits.

As if on cue, the waiter brought a tray of wine with only one glass cup on it, it was suspicious, Jaylen took it and was about to drink it when I placed my hand on my head pretending to feel dizzy as I knocked the drink off his hands, the glass fell to the floor and scattered. "I'm sorry," I apologized pretending to feel dizzy. Jaylen glared at me before returning to his conversation. My eyes surveyed the hall, when I got a gun placed upstairs, it was almost like the type I use during my mission, there was a silencer on it and it was aiming at Jaylen. I calculated the distance and how many seconds it would take if released now with my eyes, I'm an assassin so I know these things, this person

His hands hovered over the screen of the phone as he spent some minutes rethinking his decision to call the man, Gabriel. Gabriel Rossi was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that, who had worked for Marco in the past. Through Marco’s diggings into Alessa, he discovered Alessa and Gabriel were in a foster home together, and they also worked together if that is what you would call it on a hit.

A corner of my brow raked up at her proposal, it was almost like a joke, if my connect couldn’t find anything more then there was no chance she will. ‘Fine, the bullet was traced down to a arsenal shop in the east, apparently that particular piece was shipped for a particular man who came in- no particular order and from the looks of it, he is an assassin. His name is quite difficult to trace becuase they neither used card or cash to run a transfer, they’ve been using a digital currency- making everything go into thin air.” She nodded and grabbed her phone and typed something on the screen and after a few seconds there was a bit of silence as her eyes skimmed through the screen.

He smirked. It was the day of the hunt. So right after breakfast, we then prepared for it. It was broad daylight so I think it would be easy. As an assassin, I was trained to hunt in the middle of a huge forest during the nights when the sky is at its darkest. I've been through a lot, I've been through the worst of worst, so how dare they look down on me just because I'm a woman. "No horses," Rage reminded me at the last minute as if that would make me change my mind.

Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

She stopped talking with the policeman and headed for the Hotel's entrance door, I came out of my hiding place and continued following her. I scanned the whole area with my modified eyes and I saw that fifteen other persons were trailing her and they were all armed... The hunt had begun. Among the fifteen assassins following her was John Micheal, who was a renowned assassin from Brazil, he was a former member of the CIA but left fifteen years ago and became an assassin for a living. From being a protector of life to being a murderer life was a parallelogram. The fifteen of them were all here to kill her and take the bounty money but there was no way I was going to let that happen even if it