The Genius Assassin Who Takes It All Novel Novels & Stories

After more beating and torment on him, the assassin finally confessed the sender name when his life was placed on the line. Charles was shocked when the assassin mentioned no one's name but his precious Jasmine. He wondered what would have provoked her to send an assassin after him. "I was sent by Jasmine Williams to kidnap you and torture you until you tell me everything about Mr A and who he truly is, but not to kill you" the assassin confessed on his dying breath. He could not afford to die yet when he had a lot of family responsibilities to attend to. His wife had just given birth to adorable twins, and couldn't take good care of them if he died. If he had known, the person he was sendin

“This is the only piece of truth you spoke in weeks.” He grabs her arm and glares at her. “Who are you?” he demands. “You are not an omega, are you?” Anna pushes him away and stands up. “I read books because I am an assassin and it is my job to hide myself in the midst of my victims’ social circles!” She reasons. “I merely happened to stumble upon the book in one of my many assassinations and it is the last book I read before I was blinded.” Lavi also stands up, not convinced with her logic.

He asked, but the assassin refused to answer. “I’m going to repeat my question once again. Who sent you here?” But there was still no answer. Darius was starting to lose his patience. In the end, he grabbed the knife and slit the man’s throat, resulting in an instant death. His eyes showed no emotion except for contempt. Once the assassin was dead, he went to search his belongings, including his phone that used fingerprint and retina security, it was troublesome but Darius was used to it. He went through the history and it was only expected that there were almost no traceable numbers in there.

I knew it would. When the taxi pulled up to the glass skyscraper, I jumped out and sprinted through the grand lobby. The security guards started to step forward to scan my ID, but they froze when they recognized my face as they bowed and said, “Welcome Luna.” I did not smile or say hello as I hurried past them and pushed my way into the private executive elevator. As the lift shot upward toward the top floor, I closed my eyes and breathed in slowly through my nose. My wolf was humming with a strange, nervous energy that I couldn't really understand.

It's possible this guy already knows my plan and I’ll no doubt have to take him down before I even get close to Gideon. "There's no way she can find her way back; it's just not possible for a human to track like that.” I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from laughing; the fact that I’m human and not a shifter is making the guy in charge underestimate me and I’m happy for him to do that. Most guys underestimate me and don’t realise their mistake until I have my knife buried in their chest. I’m confident enough in my abilities and training that I don’t feel the need to peacock myself around like most males do when they’re at the top of their field. I understand why I’ve been taken; one as

“Security footage was cut. No survivors. The guards, the dogs, the maids, everyone was blown to pieces. Whoever did it got in and out without leaving a trace.” My jaw clenched. “No trace? No cameras, no intel, nothing?” “One thing,” he said, pulling a folded paper from his jacket. I took it. Bloodstained. A single name is written in red. The Revenant. I stared at it, something hot and sour curling in my gut. “Bullshit.” “No,” Alek said. “We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.”

she called out. “I’m fine,” he ground out. “Stay behind me.” The assassin twisted, kicking up a spray of mud as they darted around Kai with inhuman agility. Elise barely had time to throw herself to the side before a blade sliced through the space where her throat had been. Lightning flashed—white, blinding—and for a split second she saw the assassin’s eyes. Hollow. Empty. No hesitation. No emotion. This was no scout. No spy. This was a hunter.

We pull up to the hidden apartment on the outskirts of town, hidden beneath a warehouse we infiltrate the area, pushing doors open and finally landing at the door My heart pounds in my chest, this is it, this is the person we have been looking for, finally, we can be free from his clutches My anger builds in anticipation as we push the door down, and my blood runs cold immediately at the sight as we enter the apartment The assassin is lying on the floor, dead, with a bullet in between his eyes, blood pooling around his head, and running down the wooden floorboards. My heart races, my fingers clenched into fists in anger at the sight as I pick up the single piece of paper on the floor, sealed

I shivered, and he chuckled. I shifted on my soles, desperately trying to avoid him, and how close we were standing. Instead, I took note of other things. Like the lift. Using the private access to the elevator meant he was definitely a big shot here. But I didn't have the chance to think much about the amount of money my one-night stand had, because the elevators opened to reveal a hallway. Again, I wasn't given the chance to admire wide open spaces, the golden amber marble on the floor, the decor that looked like it belonged in an interior magazine- and we were still in the fricking hallway- he gripped my hand, and stormed down the corridor, tugging me along.

My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt. I needed a distraction from…everything. My body still throbbed, it wanted to be touched, it needed him. I needed him. I stood up, my resolution hardening. I wasn't just a billionaire; I was a woman who was tired of waiting for permission to feel alive. I sat up when he came out of the gym in the room He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black athletic shorts. His muscles were rigid, gleaming with a sheen of sweat