Romance Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

The marriage ceremony began, after a while of talking my favourite parts arrived. The vows. Damon said he wrote me his vows and I also wrote him my vows. I wanted to hear it. I have been curious since he told me yesterday after the family dinner. I already said my vows and now it was his wife turn. "Let's cheat death together, let's unite as one forever in every life we live, I take you as my wife and my companion and my best friend, if we shall get sick let's get sick of not being together, if we shall be poor, let's be poor with not being to stay away from each other, if we shall cheat let's cheat our ways inside each other's heart, I love you my favorite assassin, " He finished and I felt

"You won’t be given ten years, Sameera. You don’t have that luxury." I stiffened. "Training starts with the mind. If you don't change your mindset, you won't survive here. You need to forget whatever fantasies you have of revenge—at least for now. Keep your anger, bury it deep, but don’t act on it until you're strong enough to do something about it." Her voice dropped slightly, a grim seriousness in her tone. "The only way out of here is to rise in rank. The only way to rise in rank is to complete assassinations. A great number of them."

CONTENT WARNING The Assassin’s Portrait is a Dark Romance featuring heavy themes that are not for the faint of heart. This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). THEMES: • PSEUDO-TABOO: A forbidden, obsessive step-sibling dynamic. • HARD EROTICA: Graphic sexual content, power play, and BDSM. • GRAPHIC VIOLENCE: Blood, gunplay, and dark criminal themes (Bratva). • MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior.

"You are done with everything, right? You can go." I moved until we were nose to nose. "You know, I could snap your neck off right now and smash that phone," I whispered. She trembled, just barely—but enough. "If you really listened to that call, you’d know I’m not some simple human. I’m an undercover assassin." "What?" she gasped, her face draining of color. I smirked and pulled back. "Yes. And I can kill you, dispose of your body, and tell Cassius you left in a hurry because something came up. He won’t even question it."

Slowly the armed men around the room tuck their guns away and sit back down, the sounds of conversation travelling across the room teamed with the bustle of the staff as everything returns to normal. “This really was a great choice for our first date,” Silas says brightly. I roll my eyes and turn my attention to Marios. “Mind getting us the check? I seem to have lost my appetite.” Marios nods, “Of course,” he says, squeezing my shoulder and then walking off. I look down at Silas, shaking my head in frustration. “What did I do?” he questions innocently. This is the second date we’ve been on that has resulted in knives and guns being drawn. Was it really too much to ask for a fucking date that

The skills of an assassin tend to come in handy from time to time. “Camilla?” Victor’s voice cut through the air as he approached me. “Do you remember me?” I turned slowly, slipping into my new role with ease. From that moment on, I wasn’t Caroline Slane. I was Camilla Estella. Victor Reaper’s fiancée. And one wrong move would get me killed

That I am different for her. Maybe I’m insane. Maybe she’s done a number on me. I’ve possessed plenty of women, and none of them made me want to bite my own tongue just to keep myself from snapping at them. None of them made me sit back and tolerate being ignored, disrespected, lied to. But Annalissa? She makes me crave more than obedience. She makes me crave her. And now the whispers are growing that Dante Romano is losing his edge, distracted by his woman. I’ve been called many things but “distracted” isn’t one of them.

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.

__________________ **PROLOGUE** "You don't escape me, Crimson. Not in this life. Not in the next. You were mine the moment you breathed your first, and I'll carve my name into your soul until you remember it." CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori

She is perfect this way—vulnerable and feeble, thanks to my tongue. “Do you plan to kill me this way?” she whispers, lips lifting in a half-smile. I chuckle. “Death by orgasm,” I say, kissing her again because her lips are soft, and I love sucking on them. “Do you do this to all your assassins?” she asks as I move back to sucking her breasts. Fuck… these tits. I look up. “I’ve been targeted more times than I can count, and I kill them within minutes.” “Then why…?”