Romance Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

But I’m sure she knows more than she’s leading on. I heard from Hunter that Declan is facing his own female drama too. It seems that the love bug is in the air for the Confradia Assassins. Hunter says it’s Sophia’s fault for having so many hot friends. Gideon and I were the only ones that laughed at that one. The rest of the men just stood there looking chagrined. It was nice to see Priest look uncomfortable after all the crap he gave us over our women.

“I know, and I would never ask you to be anything but what you are. You’re an amazing tech, and without you, most of us would probably be dead. So, don’t sell yourself short. Being an Assassin is not for everyone. We’ve all given up our souls in exchange for doing what we do. And let me tell you, it’s a hard road to travel.” Hunter nods in understanding. “I know, man, I’m sorry.” Priest shrugs. “No need to apologize to me, kid. You did what any self-respecting man would have done for his woman.” Mal leans forward and wraps her arms around his neck with a seductive smile and whispers. “Oh yeah, baby, you’re so going to get laid for that.” Hunter gives her a roguish grin in reply. Love can be

I smiled, sitting a cup of coffee before each of them and taking my seat at the table. “Do you really want me dead?” Lizzy asked. “Direct.” I laughed. “I like that in a person. To answer your question, no. I don’t want you dead, I never did.” “Why did momma think you did then?” She demanded. “I can’t answer that for you. She’s the only one that truly knew why she ran. I suspect it’s because her mate was murdered by assassins on orders from King Jonas. It would make sense that she didn’t trust me, maybe even feared me, because I was an assassin myself.” I replied.

" Her voice, the way she threatened to kill me. I don't think is her first. She didn't sound nervous at all. " Carolyn nodded her head. So they were looking at a seasoned killer. " Thank you, " she said politely and turned for the door, her partner trailing after her. " You might consider closing shop and leaving town for the moment cause the Colosimos gang will be going hunting and your backyard will be the first stop, " she said just before the hit the door. " Fuck me twice! " the red head frazzled curse followed her out the door. " So do you know any female assassin that operate within the city? " she asked Max when they entered the car. " Just two. Lightning and Poison, " Max answered as

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The guards looked at her suspiciously but let her in. As soon as she was inside, she took out her gun and made her way to Alonso's room. The door was locked, but Heather was determined to get in. She kicked the door, and it flew open. Alonso looked up in shock as Heather walked in. "Who are you?" he demanded. Heather didn't say a word. She simply raised her gun and fired. Alonso fell to the ground, dead. Heather quickly left the building and got into her car. She drove off, feeling exhilarated.

I saw the way she staggered, the way her hand clutched the moonstone on her wrist like a lifeline. But she didn’t fall. She never fully broke. My wolf liked that and that made him dangerous. I leaned back in my chair and let the recording loop again. She moved like a predator. Every strike in the earlier footage was deliberate. Not street-learned. Not military. Professional. Lethal. Zero. The name that Hugo and Kelly had whispered in my ear like a curse. A ghost in the underground. An assassin without a face. A rumor most dismissed… until now.

The battle was swift, brutal, precise — and when it was over, the floor was painted red. But Amara stood unbroken. She pulled off her veil, wiped the blood from her cheek, and stared at the mark branded into one of the fallen assassins’ wrists — an iron serpent coiled around a burning crown. “The Veil and the Vatican,” she murmured. “Two heads of the same beast.” Luca joined her, smoke curling from his gun. “Then we cut both off.” She turned to him slowly, eyes cold and shining. “No,” she said. “We burn their altar.”

And, she admitted with a shiver, how dangerously she could desire someone who could break her with a look. Tomorrow would bring new lessons, new tests. And Nina knew, with the clarity of someone who has tasted danger, that she was not going to walk away. Because Dante Moretti had crossed her boundaries, and she had followed. And in the game of shadows, curiosity and survival were already entwined in ways neither of them could escape.

I was going to remind him exactly who he belonged to. I pushed open the door to his bathroom. The shower was running. Steam filled the small space. Killian stood under the water, back to me, water running over his scarred, inked body. He turned when he heard the door, grey eyes widening. “Alessia, we can’t.....” I stepped into the shower fully clothed, pushing him against the tiled wall before he could finish. The hot water soaked my nightdress instantly, making the thin material cling to my breasts and hips. I kissed him hard, desperate, hands sliding over his wet chest.