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

“If the Sterlings try to use the press again, I need you to monitor the social media feeds. I need to know the second they mention the Jameson name.” “The Jameson name?” Selene asked. She sat at the smaller desk near the window. “Who are they?” “I don’t know yet,” Lucas whispered. “But they are the key.” He began to type. His fingers moved across the keys like a pianist. He bypassed the final layer of his father’s old security. The document that had been downloading at the loft finally opened. It was a file marked as Top Secret. It was dated thirty years ago. As Lucas read the words, his face went pale. He felt a chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

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.

The secretary stood to the side, her hands trembling as the documents slipped from her grip and scattered across the floor. “Excuse me,” she said, bending over. Ava couldn't believe what she had heard. The man she had given herself to was a trained assassin. A cold thrill ran down my spine. But toying with her meant she would no longer trust me, and finding the Duval information on arms technology would stretch farther than anticipated. The secretary slipped away like a shadow in light. I did not care. Not yet. “Ethan…” she muttered, her voice fading in the background.

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.

Ian took a file bag from his assistant and dumped its contents onto the table. Papers and photographs were scattered everywhere. "You've hurt Angela again and again for this woman," he said coldly. "Now look carefully at who she really is." He jabbed at the evidence. "She tells people she came back to Sunnydale after finishing her studies, blaming her ruined reputation on bad luck with men. But the truth? She's nothing but a shallow, greedy woman! She got involved with a married man for money, drove his wife in her fifties to her death, and only then came crawling back here in disgrace.

Stella still didn't understand what she meant and she looked at Hale suspiciously. "Tell Jasper. He will understand what I'm saying. If the whole operation was fake, how could there be spies?" Hale continued to write. Stella felt a chill on her back. "How did you know that?" "I needed money, so I accepted some missions. During one of the missions, I was assigned to S Country and I met a minister there. I sneaked into their database and discovered a scandal. The Vice President of their country was our rescue target. He had a secret lover in X Country. When we were carrying out the mission, the lover gave birth to a child.

Bad News The Secretary glanced at his watch: it was ten minutes to six in the evening, almost time for the local evening news to begin on TV. Stevie had texted earlier to watch a segment about the supposed assassination of a particular thorn on their sides: Chief of Staff Matthias Church, their boss. Secretary La Selva was anxious and also excited. He was fully expecting success in the assassination plot that Stevie had concocted and will finally get to breathe a sigh of relief.