Romance Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

them after us? I stared at the human and wolf corpses on the ground. This enigma has yet to be solved. “Did you find out who sent them after us?” I responded. Dimitri helped me maneuver over a werewolf corpse and said, “No, not yet but it wasn’t Rafael.” It couldn’t be my aunt Delilah because Diego wouldn’t have helped me if it wasn’t Rafael. Someone else has to be prepared to take a big chance in order to get rid of Dimitri and me. Behind me, I heard a noise that Dimitri might also hear. One of the assassins lived, but he was injured and limped off. Dimitri appeared before him in a moment, her threatening gaze enough to make even the most formidable man pee his pants. The assassin trembled

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

“What does Alessa have to do with this?” “Sophia, you really don’t know, do you? Alessaa is more than just Marco's new little fiancée. She’s a killer. A trained assassin. If you want to save Antonio, you’ll need her by your side. “Isabella said in a rather teasing than intimidating voice” Sophia's mind was devoid of any thoughts other than Alessa Romano. Alessa? An assassin? Before she could say anything else, Isabella spoke again. “Tick-tock, Sophia. You have only but 72 hours. Use them wisely.”

“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.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

He dropped his other hand on my boob, now massaging my chest in a way that made me grow wet all over again. He didn't stop gliding his length against my thighs, and I didn't realize when I parted my legs, giving him access to my crotch. “Come on baby. Beg for this cock,” he grunted, squeezing my boobs like it was his lifeline. “Plea–please fuck me,” I choked out, my voice splitting between a whimper and a moan. “That's my dirty slut,” he murmured, releasing his grip on my boobs. That should have pissed me off. Hell, it should have made me punch him in the face. I mean, I was an assassin. Not a whore.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

She tightened her hold on the twins, feeling the strange warmth pulsing from them — two halves of a power she barely understood, yet instinctively knew was tied to her own. Suddenly, a blur exploded from the darkness. Assassins, cloaked in black and swift as wolves, surged forward like a pack of predators. Their blades glinted in the dim light, eyes cold and merciless. “Protect Luna!” Damien roared, stepping forward with lethal authority. The warriors lunged, weapons clashing in a storm of steel and fury. Elena’s heart hammered in her chest. She couldn’t lose her children—not now, not ever. The assassins aimed straight for the twins. One struck toward the boy, another to the girl, their blad

I turned to face her straight on, I grabbed her face with both of my hands, leaned down, and kissed her. She fought me the first few seconds of the kiss. But after, she melted into it, deepening the kiss by opening her mouth and letting my tongue explore. I panicked and didn’t know what else to do. Everything about this kiss felt right; the thing that was missing from my life was finally found. This assassin was my life, my future. I was going to do everything in my power to keep her and try not to get shot in the process.

This is a dream come true. There’s so much happiness in my heart I’m going to burst. But at the same time, I felt scared and unsure of the future. I think it was too soon to feel these things but I don’t know it felt like it was been there all along. Did he felt the same way for me? He's an assassin. Or I thought he is. I've lived with assassins my whole life the way they move or think isn't new to me. And I'm a runaway princess.