Secret Assassin Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Liam whispered later. Emily seemed to smile alone and after that tried to close her eyes, she even forgot all her problems instantly because she heard an intimate whisper from Liam again for tonight. *** After finishing the meeting this morning, Liam decided to return to his room to pick up some files that he would hand over to his current secretary. As he was about to sit in his seat, Liam was seen staring at the secretary and smiling at him, "Sir, someone wants to see you right now." Liam glanced at his gold watch that was coiled cutely on his right wrist at this time, apparently it was already 10:30 AM for now, "Is he a black haired guy?"

he continued. “Of course we will, we are not stupid, is that the deal?” “Women and their mouths are only Good for sucking dick, nothing else” he mentioned with a small laugh. ‘You are a despicable human being” I finally said boldly, I waited for my punishment but it never came instead he stood there calmly, his hand behind his back. “A few nights ago I escaped an assassination from the plastic steps, I got an encrypted file about the document, the very one that was leaked, but the thing is” he paused before looking down.

"But what's more interesting... is your little secret." Damian's expression didn't change, but his muscles tensed. "One year as a ghost," the man continued. "A shadow assassin. One particular mission stood out." He tapped the file. "The minister's fifteen-year-old son. Shot. Dead. Bullet to the forehead." Damian's eyes darkened. "You've got the wrong guy," he said flatly. The second man chuckled. "Oh, Damian." He pulled a tablet from his coat, tapped the screen, and turned it toward him.

Behind him, a staffer rushed to grab Isabella’s suitcase. “And this is—?” the director asked politely, already half-bowing. “My secretary,” Vincent cut in, voice cold enough to frost the windshield. The man snapped upright pretty fast. “Understood. This way, please.” The car waiting at the curb wasn’t just a car. It was a sleek, glossy Mercedes Maybach, the kind of vehicle she’d only seen in movies where assassins got in with their targets and never came back out. She had just a moment of hesitation when Vincent slid into the backseat without another word.

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