Secret Assassin Novels & Stories

He uses his position to embezzle millions while simultaneously selling his former service's most sensitive secrets, and his current employer's crown jewel, to the highest bidder. She reviewed her work, a curator admiring a dark exhibition. It was all there. The motive. The means. The opportunity. It was a story that Interpol, MI6, and every other intelligence agency would have no choice but to believe. It fit the profile of a turned asset perfectly. She picked up the secure landline and dialed a number that routed through six different relays before connecting. "It's Voss," she said, her voice cool and composed. "The package is ready for delivery. The narrative is 'Vengeful Ghost.' Authoriza

I am a stranger in this world, a man of cold stone and tradition walking into a house of glass and secrets. The elevator ride up is a slow, agonizing ascent. I check my phone one last time. My men are in position, a silent, unseen network of steel and muscle surrounding the entire building. They'll be watching, waiting for my signal. I've sent a text to Nikolai, a simple coded message: The chess board is set. I'm not a fool. The Kozlovs are a danger, but the true threat is standing at the heart of all these. This meeting, this place, Adrian's mocking call, it’s all part of a larger game. A game I have no intention of losing.

Deagan was expecting the question, but he was still unsure whether or not to tell him the truth. “Your girlfriend.” He found himself saying. ‘Well looks like the cat’s out the bag’ he thought “What about her?” Aycin’s eyes narrowed, feeling suspicious. “She left something for me,” he informed cryptically. “Really?” Aycin’s pissed-off voice met Deagan’s ear causing him to freeze, “tell me Deagan, what did she give you?” by the tone of his voice, Deagan knew that he was baiting him, Aycin knew exactly what Hazel gave him.

Leila tensed, waiting for the right moment. He ducked into the room adjacent to Linda’s, rummaging through his coat pocket. She didn’t have much time. Leila moved fast, slipping into the room behind him. She caught the faint scent of cheap vape and fear. His back was turned to her, and she moved like a shadow, her fingers ghosting over the jacket slung over the chair. There it was. A card, shiny and black, tucked neatly in an inside pocket. She slipped it out, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it—the key to the Rulers’ secret meetings.

My hands shook off from her grip, rubbing the area where her nails dug to ease the pain. “Tell me why” I said, wanting to know. Secretary Lee closed her eyes, counting to five, trying to calm her breath. She opened them, then explained. “While Mr Nikolai is an assassin, he works under an organization. They are very secretive and precise about who gets whatever information, and how beneficial it is to them…” She glanced at her shoes, and back at me. In simple terms… “The person who sold this information to me was murdered.” My heart dropped. Everything stopped for a second. The breeze seized, but my mind kept racing. My peripheral vision blurred, and my body stood numb.

I pull out the flash security from the drawer and plug it in. The screen lights up. I enter the access codes quickly. My fingers are steady and focused. Within seconds, the footage loads up. Every corner of the mansion. Every angle. Every room. I go straight for the kitchen feed. The food was served from there. The wine too. That’s where she got poisoned. I rewind the footage to just before lunch. The chefs are moving around. The staff are busy. Everything looks normal. I fast forward a bit, scanning carefully. Then something catches my eye.

Somewhere down the hall, Kelvin—the floor manager—might still be in his office, oblivious to the fact that his boss is buried inside his secretary like she’s the only thing that matters. Because I am. I’m Sienna Ward. Secretary to the CEO of The Steele Dynasty, one of the most powerful companies in the world. And at night? I’m his. His secret. His addiction. His sin. Since the day I first saw Dominic Steele—cold, ruthless, devastatingly gorgeous—my life’s been off its axis. He looked at me like a man marking his next prize. And now here I am, bent over his desk, whispering his name like a prayer.

he paused, "I was worried you'd get hurt." "Don't think I'm naïve. I'd already planned my next move," I sighed. Sure enough, by 10 o'clock that night, the information I had been waiting for arrived: Calvin and Susie had checked into a hotel together. I dialed the police hotline. "My name is Angela. I'd like to file a report: my husband, Calvin, is engaging in improper conduct. He's at Chancellor Hotel, room 1108. You'll see for yourself." I knew this scandal would hit the city headlines before long. The Leeroy family would surely come for me.

she finally said with a soft smile, which relieved the secretary a little. " Okay, ma'am," the secretary replied as she turned around, heading to bring the tea. Alice used this opportunity to check the shelf. She knew that in the movie, there was always a secret box on the shelf. She searched for it frantically, her eyes wandering around the shelf. Suddenly, her hand mistakenly touched a box, and the shelf gave way to a secret door. She touched the handle, and a password requirement showed up. She held her head in frustration. " Damn!!!" she cursed.

"To prevent anyone from falsely claiming the title of the Johnson family's daughter-in-law in the future, we hereby declare that Rosalind Muller is our only officially recognized daughter-in-law. All others are impostors." It was strange. Just days ago, Adrian's betrayal still hurt. But now that he had openly cut ties with me, I actually feel a sense of relief. The helicopter had been waiting on the rooftop for a long time. I headed upstairs, surrounded by bodyguards. Just before boarding, one of them handed me a laptop. "Ms. Lamb, the kidnappers from three years ago have been caught. That mysterious person says you're free to reveal the truth now."