Senior Assassin Generator Novels & Stories

Jay suggested. "Alright. Later Mr President!" Five replied, and ended the call. She dialed another number. "John Fishman at your service." John said immediately after the first ring. "I need you to find me a new set of A-Class Assassins." Five paused. "This new month needs to be bloody." "Yes Ma'am."... . . . White House

"I've decided to hire new assassins to kill Eileen Fall and Wilbur Penn." "Sir, the Riverbank Blossoms went all out, and they still failed. I think killing him isn't as easy as it seems," said the hunky bloke. The elder smiled. "That's nothing to be worried about. We've got all the elites in the world. As long as we have the money. Hell, even getting a Super Sanctuary level assassin wouldn't be an issue." The large guy fell silent once again, and the trendy man gamed away. "Thoughts? Are you with or against this?" The senior looked at both men.

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

The albino hitwoman enjoyed seeing the fear in President Chang’s eyes. “I used to be a race car driver, believe it or not. I later became an assassin after a mob enforcer approached me and told me that the killing business paid well. For me, killing carried the same exhilaration as driving a race car at 200 miles per hour. I was a single mother too, so the money helped me support my son.” Jenatrix paused for a second, licking her full red lips. “My son is tall and handsome now, and he’s an assassin, just like his mama. He’s a muscular Adonis too, which gets him a lot of girlfriends. But I try to keep him away from the gold-digging bitches that only want his money. He’s only twenty-two years

I shouted and pushed him back as I got to my feet, “You ruined them and as further torture you made Nok their caretaker. They’re down at the barrier struggling to survive and fight because you decided they were better used as tools to shame Nok rather than-” “Ashai,” he was still smiling like I was the one overreacting, “There have been many cases where I’ve been told I needed to be more cruel with my punishments and this was one of those times. Assassins, that’s what they were. A group of ten assassins that were all barely two centuries old. The youngest of them was just a few years older than Garmesh is now. I am fine with people uniting against me. I have every right to be labeled a monst

”The don had access to several different assassins working for him and the top five are listed under a special file." Rocco explains, "If you press that fruit icon, then you get to see the assassins available on the requested date and you can match them with the order." "I see," I nod. "Pick up the phone and call back. I'll take it." "Alright." He nods, doing exactly as told, no questions asked. I veer towards Igor and shoot him a look he instantly understands. Rocco is the perfect service man, he doesn't ask, he does.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."

Miriam murmured in shock, "You LIAR!" "You goddamn lying piece of shit! What kind of scam are you trying to pull, you retard?" ~Sigh "Scam? You think I'm scamming you?" The assassin asked with bubbling annoyance in his tone, ~SLAM "Listen son! Don't try to mess with me." Ellen banged her fist against the table is sheer rage, "There is no way you could have created a profound technique like this… you can try to trick me all you want with that cheap voice modulator, but I know from that tonality of your voice that you aren't even past the age of 25."

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.