Star Wars The Clone Wars Assassin Droid Novels & Stories

Witnessing the condition, she had no other choice but to flee from the territory. She came to the human town without anything to survive, not even her clothes before she made her friend who introduced her to an assassinating Agency where she was trained to be an assassin. There she made a lot of money and was now living fine. ** " Hello, are you still there? Do you know him?" The man on the phone questioned because of the sudden silence. " Who wants him dead?" Ashley asked because the client wasn't the only person who wanted the alpha dead. She too also wanted that man dead maybe they might collaborate.

~Alina~ The mix of blood and sweat stuck to Alina's skin and the stray strands of hair that danced around her face. Some of it even seeped into her mouth and she internally cussed at the foul taste. She stood in the corner of the room watching as Darius had his men pin one of his associates down. His cries for mercy filled the smoke cladded room. “This would never happen again! I swear it. I SWEAR IT BOSS!” Alima's bored eyes strayed from the crying man to her godfather — Darius Anderson.

And Alessa, for all her sharp edges, had bled for the absence of it. If meeting Gloria meant giving her a piece of peace, even a fragile one, then he would force it into reality. Minutes later, Alessa appeared. Gone was the fragile, broken woman who had wept in the attic. In her place stood the assassin, composed and armored, wearing a fitted black dress that whispered power, paired with a coat that concealed the weapon she holstered at her hip. Her eyes were clear even if pain lingered in their depths. “Ready?” Marco asked, pulling on his own coat. “Ready.” She said, though the word tasted like a lie. They walked out together, their steps perfectly in sync, their silence heavy with unspoken