The Genius Assassin Who Takes It All Novel Novels & Stories

“Put your goddamn hands down,” the man declared as he pointed the muzzle of his gun at my nape. I couldn’t notice him approaching. There was no sound of his footsteps or even a rustle when he opened the window of my room. I could have noticed him if he had made even a little sound, but there was none. He caught me off guard. It seems that he is a well-trained assassin, but who sent him anyway? I don’t remember offending anyone.

However, we understand that not saying anything is the best route to take. It’s late in the afternoon by the time our research is completed. Hunter rises from his seat and stretches his lithe body with a jaw-cracking yawn. “Hey, man, would you mind giving me a ride to the boutique? I promised Mal I’d take her out tonight, and it’s later than I thought. She’ll be pissed if I’m late. Plus, unlike you and the others, I have to go to the tailor next door to be measured for a tux. Savage wants everyone ready, or heads will roll.” I roll my eyes in exasperation. “That’s what you get for dressing like a poor college student. Our tailor has had our measurements for years. Perhaps you should start dr

“Assassin has a small build. Protrusions on the chest and the curve of the buttocks indicate that the assassin is most likely female. She shows great agility and flexibility, and is most likely an Agility Type” Mane’s brain provided him with the information of the first assassin. The knowledge he had gained served to explain why she was positioned on the roof. With such graceful and light movements, she wouldn’t have any trouble breaking into the room. Mane didn’t realize that the situation was strange. With his abilities as a scholar blocked, how was he able to discern so much without using his eyes? The nimble assassin quickly dashed to the bed once she landed on the floor of the room. Her

The assassin said coldly, "I kill only those who deserve it. I don't trouble the innocent." "You think you can kill me alone?" Chase asked, frowning. "I'm not alone," the assassin replied indifferently. At that moment, the space in the distance quivered as Chase's auras approached, carrying dreadful pressure. "What?!" The assassin's expression shifted dramatically. Without hesitation, he retracted his blade and fled. "You can't escape." Chase stepped forward, moving with such speed that he reached the assassin within moments. He blocked his path and swung his fist at the back of the assassin's head.

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

"They made the cure for you, too. These are the assassins trained to hunt the unwritten. Their blood is made of lead and virus. One scratch from those needles, and your fire will turn into ash. Your story will be deleted forever." The twelve assassins leaped from the roofs, landing in a perfect circle around Rowan and me. They didn't snarl. They didn't breathe. They just raised their green needles, and the red lines on their masks began to pulse in sync with my heartbeat. Damon leaned back against the door, his silent smile widening as he watched his secret weapon close in. He hadn't just brought a knife to a gunfight; he had brought an eraser to a drawing. I raised my spear of light, but th

Joe revved the truck and careened through the driveway. I grabbed onto the dashboard. “What’s happening?” Joe let out a sigh. “She was part of my previous life…before I came back.” He paused. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. We are highly trained and skilled assassins for a government-backed organization.” He stopped and glanced at me. “Oh shit,” Alec said in the backseat, he held on for dear life as Joe maneuvered through the streets.

Alessa knew that Isabelle would never allow her leave that house alone especially after the stunt she had pulled at dinner and true to her thoughts after she had walked some distance, her ears picked up on the silent crunching of boots on dried leaves and she knew it was Vincenzo. “Predictable. As always.” She muttered to herself with a sly smile on her lips as she skillfully lost Vincenzo in the darkness. Sometimes, Isabelle seemed to forget that Alessa is a skilled assassin. And assassins were known for staying under the radar if they didn’t want to be discovered and Alessa had mastered the act all too well.