Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Assassins

Rage called but I didn't glance at him even once. I don't need him. I should convince myself that I don't need him. Neither of us fits on each other's lives, so we better cut our ties as soon as possible. I still want to pursue my mission but I don't know how I could bring myself to kill him after I realized my own feelings. But even if I could no longer kill him, it doesn't mean that we should be together. I will never have that kind of connection with a man. Love is a weakness and I refuse to have that kind of weakness. If I'd only live that life, I would rather be killed. "I'm not his real mate so there is no need to reject me. And yes, I'm an assassin from House of Spades. I won't deny t

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

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.

His lips stretched in a cocky tilt that bordered almost on maniacal. That was who the Serpent Sisters, the assassin group I worked for, wanted me to kill for my next assignment. They were setting up an appointment for my own death and I was just supposed to agree to it? I’d never run from an operation before. But I was determined to make it as far as the boundary and disappear for good. News of how brutal he was shook me to the core. How was I supposed to seduce a man who looked like he picked his teeth with the bones of his opponent?

"His men were always around. One wrong move, I'd be Swiss cheese before I could complete the mission." Olek shook his head. "Save that bullshit for some rookie who'll swallow it. Not me. You're one of the best assassins breathing, Raven. With top-tier training. I've seen you end a man with a goddamn paperclip without blinking. Thigh holsters, ring blades, poison lipstick. You could've garroted him mid-fuck and walked away whistling. But no. You've lost the plot entirely. Sleeping with the man you're supposed to kill. The man who murdered your sister."

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that

"But only if you promise not to hurt my aunt." That made Dante's heart begin to rush with hormones again, pumping the blood harder than it ever had before. He felt himself slowly begin to pant again, his chest feeling warm already as he turned to face him. It was easy as the thought of being dominated, causing his body to begin throbbing. He tilted his head to the side, not yet giving up his authoritative stance as he placed his palm on his hips and motioned with his chin towards the ground. "I promise. Now grab the knife and tease me—" "Excuse-me?"

They tidied the whole place and left one by one after cleaning the whole room. While at royal library, a teenager wearing glasses with long golden hair sat by a soft cushioned sit as he read through countless of politic books. In the training ground two teenagers are giving each a powerful strike as they crazily went for each other while the other knights who were watching felt a cold sweat covering their whole backs. A servant was sent in each grounds as they were called out by the emperor which caused them to pause what they were doing and immediately came to the palace.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

Smoke billowed up, thickening and taking shape until an assassin stood before me. I heard Troy gasp, but I didn't look his way. The assassins eyes opened, the same violet color as the petals. "Who dares awaken me from my slumber?" Like the first encounter with an assassin, I said, "It is I, Jasmine. I'm here to take the piece of crown you protect." His violet eyes flashed with anger. "I will not allow that." He reached back and grabbed his swords from the sheaths at his back. "Prepare yourself for destruction."