The Genius Assassin Who Takes It All Novel の小説・ストーリー

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

It was the most beautiful, horrifying thing I’d ever seen. And God help me, I wanted to touch them. “You’re… you’re a vampire,” I whispered, my hand reaching out before I could stop myself. My fingers brushed his chin, my thumb ghosting over the edge of one sharp tooth. Marcus didn’t move. He let me touch him, his breath coming in hot, heavy drags. “I’m an assassin, Noah. I was raised to be a weapon. I’ve killed more people than you’ve had board meetings. And right now, every instinct I have is telling me to run before I ruin you.”

CONTENT WARNING The Assassin’s Portrait is a Dark Romance featuring heavy themes that are not for the faint of heart. This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). THEMES: • PSEUDO-TABOO: A forbidden, obsessive step-sibling dynamic. • HARD EROTICA: Graphic sexual content, power play, and BDSM. • GRAPHIC VIOLENCE: Blood, gunplay, and dark criminal themes (Bratva). • MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior.

I whimpered as he approached when suddenly the window next to me shattered, glass flying everywhere. “Darling! Are you okay?” Noah called out as he jumped into the room. “Yes! But I don’t know about the others!” I yelled out. “Stay where you are, I’ll take care of him,” Noah said with a confident smile. The white-haired man smirked, “you think you can do something to me? A trained assassin?” Finn chuckled, “this is your one chance to leave and never come back.” “I’ll take my chances,” the assassin said as he cracked his knuckles.

She will once again experience the wrath of Machitis but this time in full force. I grab her by her neck and push her straight onto the bed without concerning myself over her safety. She attempts to scramble away but I grab her ankle and pull her with such force I can hear the crepitus in her ankle she winces in pain and I have no remorse over her condition. I grab her other ankle and flip her over, she looks over her shoulder with trepidation as she tries to kick her ankles out of my hold. How adorable of her to think she can escape me. I let her loose so she feels she is back in control, I expect her to crawl away, however she does no such thing instead she brings her ankle closer to her o

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”