Secret Assassin Novels & Stories

A new line of text appeared: ERROR: SECRET ACCESS REQUIRED. The Assistant appeared from behind the corn stall. He was carrying a old keyboard. "You're going to get us all turned off June " the Assistant said. He looked terrified. His face flickered fast. He looked like he had three heads. "The Player is going to pull the power cord!" "Then give me the password!" June shouted. "I don't have it! I'm the worker who cleans the floors!" the man cried. "Then let me through the wall!"

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 had unwittingly stumbled upon a secret so dangerous that those in power would stop at nothing to keep it hidden. The secret involved a classified government project that could change the course of history. It was a hidden technology capable of manipulating the minds of individuals, erasing memories, and even controlling behavior. Isabella's knowledge of this project had made her a target—an expendable pawn in a dangerous game of power and control.

Every time their gazes locked it was as if a lightning stroke. Alyssa had met Richard during his service as Senator three years ago. He had already been 4 years into his marriage and tired from the pretense of a happy husband. He loved his wife. But he was not in love with her. He viewed as an ally of his, of his political dreams and goals. They met through a mutual friend, the Vice President, known as Erik Collins, a fervent supporter of Davis. Alyssa had just come back from her service in Iran when Homeland Security approached her. She had been gathering intel for her country. She was a secret agent. Because of her studies in International Relations and Crisis Management and her long years

Aaron woke up with a start and sweat. “Calm down, it was just a dream, calm down.” He told himself. He got excited when he saw the bump formed under his pants; he hated this kind of dream because he always ended up in the shower, making the bump disappear. Only 26 years old, Aaron Stevens was a secret agent and worked for the FBI. His new mission was to pretend to be a driver in order to break into the Clintons because apparently Hilaire Clinton, the most respected billionaire in the United States was suspected of money laundering.

Meanwhile at the CIA secret base in New York, O’Malley who have discovered Mies Sai/ Virtue President old military serving files were still reading the content to the best that she can, all the files were mostly filled with black censored, redacted to the point that only a few words were available for reading.

Henry let her put her arm through his as they walked into the building. “Good evening Master Miller,” the doorman says as they walk into the building. “Good evening Mr.Kennedy. You know I’m not a little boy anymore right?” Henry says in a good-natured tone that Anna hasn’t heard before. He leads her to the elevator. Henry scans his fingerprint and then presses a button to the thirty-seventh floor. Wow, fingerprint verification. That’s all quite new and fancy to Anna. The elevator door opens to the penthouse of Henry Senior.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

He said, he ran back him to get his wallet and phone, came out of the house he entered his car and drove towards Aziza's apartment, he parked in front of her fenced compound and went in , she was outside and crying with her back rested on her car , it was obvious she was in pain… Habeebullah was staring clueless … “The bag is … in the room.” She said to him, he nodded and rushed in to the bedroom to get the bag and help her walk to the car with Habeebullah closely behind them and the security man. “Please take Habeebullah to the other flat and help open the gate.” Musadiq said to the Security man. In a minute and half… they were out of the gate and he drove as fast as he could and Aziza was

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.