Secret Assassin Novels & Stories

With a shrugged, Missis Selena answered, “Hmm… yeah, why not? You can go with us. We already have a VIP appointment later at Kelly’s Wellness.” “Okay. Thanks Selena.” Missis Natalie responded, a smile is still shown on her face though her mind buzzed with dark intentions, hidden behind her friendly facade. Surely, Missis Natalie had carefully planned her every move. She knows what she’s doing – pulling strings in secret like a puppeteer. With just a word to Conte to take Marcus' cellphone and fabricate a message to be sent to his father, Alexander, was a task that's easy to carry out.

Lily turned and walked out. I watched her leave, then pulled out my phone. I opened a secure line and made a call. "Phoenix? This is Aurora Arkin." It was the first time I had ever spoken my true last name inside Thorne Industries. "Yes. I need to consult you on a unilateral breach of secret investment contracts. Evidence? I have it all. Every contract, every wire transfer." I hung up and opened a hidden wall safe in my office. Inside were all the investment contracts signed under the "Arkin Trust."

Soo-ah whispered, “You can tell me anything.” Devin pulled back slightly. “Not everything’s safe to hear.” “I don’t care.” Their lips brushed — a whisper of a kiss. It lingered. Then deepened. And for a moment, the war outside vanished. That Night – Hidden Room Beneath the Estate Father Lee walked into the hidden chamber, lights flickering above. Inside stood Sang-woo. And behind him, bound and gagged, was the traitor guard — Hyun-kil. “He confessed,” Sang-woo said. “He was paid in crypto. By someone using the codename ‘Azrael.’”

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, organizations, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. She's A Secret Agent By Kiths L. Napao A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet. Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.

“You’re going to be wire-tapped, so the minute we sense something’s wrong, we’ll send our team down to help you.” I took a deep breath in, my heart pounding with nerves, as he continued to debrief me on the whole situation. “But there really is no way of them finding out you’re a secret agent,” my boss went on. “You’re going to have your whole identity changed, including your name. As far as they’re concerned, you’re just going to be another software developer working for them. We have to nail down the Russian Mafia, we’ve been chasing them for so long.” “I understand,” I mumbled, taking my head into my hands.

All thanks to Luigi motherfucking Gonzalez. I haven't seen Alessio since the funeral, I did go there to see him. I even offered him a hug which was so not me—but I did it anyway. I remember seeing his friend there, I think his name was Sean or something. He was the American Mafia Leader and a very very hot dude might I add. "I'm gonna need you to send a few of your men in the address I'll send you in a few seconds," I responded earning a small groan from him, "who'd you kill this time?"

Her sharp blue eyes darted back and forth between the screen and a sheet of paper covered in cryptic notes. The members of Aiden's secret organization, codenamed "The Metaphor," were scattered across the globe, each one living a double life. One moment, they might be a high-ranking executive at a multinational corporation, and the next, they could be a deadly assassin, silently infiltrating a heavily guarded compound. Their identities were as tightly wound as the coils of a watch spring, ready to unleash their hidden talents when called upon.

She looked at the name on the tag and read it. JOHNNY JAMESON. HEAD SECRETARY. So he's the one that took Wanda's position. Selena thought to herself. "May I help you miss?" Selena was startled by his voice. She looked at him but he wasn't looking at her, he was still busy with whatever he was typing. His voice was deep and had a strong Mexican accent _ one thicker than Ricardo's accent. The atmosphere was suddenly tense and Selena had no idea as to why.

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui