Romance Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

The assassin pulled a jagged bone-knife from his belt and drove it into Harrison’s side. I saw the flash of red on Harrison’s shirt. The scent of woodsmoke and heated copper filled the room. "Harrison!" "Get the scroll out!" Harrison yelled. He slammed the assassin against a bookshelf, the wood splintering. Books tumbled down like a landslide of history. "Go!"

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.

Who knew he was so symbolic? “A black heart for my Blackheart,” he smirks proudly. “I love it,” I smile at him, “But I love you more.” “I love you too, Alina, I always will,” he vows, holding his hand to my cheek. I remember saying back when I first saw his picture what a shame it would be to kill him, but back then I didn’t know how much I’d grow to mean those words. Who could have ever guessed that an assassin would fall in love with the man she was sent to kill?

The others flanked the street, cutting off escape. Siobhan shoved open a rusty service door that led into the kitchen of a closed café. She hauled Hila inside, bolting the door just as a bullet thudded into the wall behind them. They were running out of time. The assassins closed in, ghostlike, relentless. * Jana Rudenko smiled. She had her pawns where he needed them. It had felt good to let out all her venom at Proserpina Delano, that woman who looked like some ethereal nymph of the ancient tales, with her body and her beauty. But…

Bodies littered the asphalt, blood glistening under the lights. Elena’s arms dropped, the pistol clattering to the ground. Her chest heaved, her throat raw. Gabriel sauntered back, wiping blood from his lip, his grin stretched wide. “Look at you, sweetheart. Our little killer.” He grabbed her chin, kissing her hard, tasting of smoke and gunpowder. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life.” “Enough,” Alessio snapped, pulling her against his chest. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her face, his gaze softer than the carnage around them. “You did well.”

"Do you think I'll be killed? Just like Mr Devin?" ‎ ‎"Not yet." He replied as we took to the stairs. "He was already dead when we arrived at the office." ‎ ‎I wanted to ask about Loralye's involvement. Perhaps she knew what happened to Mr Devin. The girls.. how many others like them were in the school? They were certainly recruiting students for their assassination programs. Adelle shouldn't accept the admission. ‎ ‎"Alyssa," I felt a hand being placed on my back, "you need to watch where you're going."

He hated the fact that she was a force to be reckoned and worse was that she wasn't even on his team but the opposition. As he pondered these questions, his phone buzzed with a message from Connor. He read the message, his eyes narrowing. "Evelyn Baker," he muttered to himself. The name sent a chill down the of every business man or higher ups in the city. He leaned back in his chair, his mind working round the clock. Evelyn Baker was no ordinary assassin. She was a ghost, a legend whispered among the shadows. And now, she was coming for him. He suddenly felt thrilled knowing the one who hacked his computer was Evelyn Baker. He had a certain attraction towards her, but the only thirst availa

The night of the assassination attempt is burned into my memory like a brand. We were in our chambers. Elena had been unusually affectionate, her hands roaming my body with a hunger that should have warned me. She kissed me deeply, straddling my lap, guiding me inside her with a soft sigh that I mistook for love. I held her close as I thrust up into her, lost in the rhythm, whispering how much she meant to me. Then the door burst open. Three assassins, wolves I had once called friends, rushed in with blades drawn. Finn stood behind them, eyes glittering with triumph.

Zeve knit her brows as I took away the dagger from her hands and threw it far away from us. “You are mine. In the previous life, in this life, and in all the lives to come. You are mine. My assassin. My beloved assassin. You thought you could kill me and run away? Bad luck on a drunk night like this when I have finally found you in this life. You know what we do with assassins here?” I spoke against her parted lips that twitched because of my every breath. She tried hard to speak initially. Then she gave up and leaned in to kiss me when I looked to the side, avoiding her lips.

Hope you like Seraphina's pov and inner thoughts. Ps which brother do you hate the most? And once again my main male leads are usually twisted and down to earth rude (like in my other books too). So this slow-burn romance would be spicy but dark and not to forget she is an assassin so she has killed various people. (Keep that in mind) Also do you want romance or do you want me to focus only on the relationship between her brothers? Drop your thoughts, below. Like, comment and follow. xoxo.