Novel & Cerita The Genius Assassin Who Takes It All Novel

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

But just as he lifted his hands towards mine, suddenly a dark fragrant mist filled the air in the room. It was thick and in a single moment the room became dark. The officer's instincts kicked in, but it was too late. A black-clad assassin burst into the room, moving with deliberate lethal precision. I could see the guards outside were already sprawled on the floor, through the opened door. I felt the chains around my wrists snap open as the assassin freed him, pulling me up to my feet. The assassin’s movements were fluid, as he led us out of the building, cutting down anyone in our way. My mind raced, trying to understand what was happening but the smoke clouded my vision.

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

A Short Story Before Continuation A Quickie With An Assasin Billionaire Blurb=> Trained from birth to be a lethal assassin, The youngest billionaire in the city, Jared living a double life as a charming zillionaire business mogul and genetically an underworld heir to the most feared (assasin) family is dispatched on his inaugural mission by his father to eliminate Olivia, the heiress of a powerful empire. But when a miscalculated risk embedded in a twist of fate brings them together, their initial confrontation, a quick sexual intercourse ignites an unexpected spark.

He stood up and adjusted his fitted suit, he looked like a Greek god sent by Zeus to rule the underworld but instead, he fancied tormenting me by implanted thoughts such as; wanting to be on my knees praising his desirable body. I zoned out while staring at him, I halted the unending indecent thoughts when he said, "I would be presenting to you our newly hired assassin. Welcome Reina de Los Muertos to the Famiglia." He took a seat and smirked at me as if knowing I was in a trance imagining obscene scenes. But I didn't let it lower my composure in front of his men. I gave his men a firm nod. I could sense the petrified looks they held back, some gave me an appreciative nod, some were gaping b

I gently bite down on the tip of his thumb and sit back, lifting my glass and taking a sip with a flirtatious smile on my face. He clears his throat and sits back, “Well, I admire your tenacity, fierceness and above all, your intelligence. It’s rare to come across an assassin whose mind is filled with so much knowledge, who grows that knowledge every day and uses it to their advantage. We’re cut from the same cloth you and I.” I place my drink down, slowly get up from my seat and look over at his entourage of bodyguards, “It’s alright boys, I don’t mind an audience,” I smirk as I move around the table.

I’m so disoriented and confused as to what’s happening and before I can even try to get up, someone is on top of me and pinning me down with something cold pressed to my throat that I can only assume is a blade. I look up at my captor, assessing them. They are slender and curvy with the frame of a woman. Their eyes are a piercing green and make me feel like my every move and expression are under scrutiny and being assessed. I don’t feel afraid for some reason, I know I should, but all I can think about was the way my parents were murdered, and I feel angry and indignant. I am NOT going to die this way. Dying this way, of all ways… That’s bullshit! I narrow my gray eyes, continuing to meet th

he finished as he rose. The room, surrounded by his fifteen elite, he froze midway through his rise, transfixed by the sight of the assassin before him. Everything that happened next happened at once, and yet he watched it as if it were intended for him to see. In the man’s grip came a burst of flame, and from the space around his hand a blackness spilled from somewhere within the light like a pool of blood from an unattended injury, smoke rising as it came to life, drawn from a place Maekil could only surmise to be an abomination. And when it was over, like the tale of the Shadow Child, in his grip rested two short swords like the falchions of great archers who bore the battlefront in the a

Jenson replied, “Oh, is that so? Since that’s the case, then let’s wait for them to cut off your finger first.” The assassin said, “Stop talking nonsense. We’ll cut yours first.” Then, he lifted the sharp blade and waved it toward Jenson. It was a battle between a dozen assassins and Jenson. Jenson was getting somewhat tired of dealing with all of them. Then, Jacob hid at the side, and one of the assassins went over to pretend to seize him. Jacob and James were shedding crocodile tears as they pretended to cheer Jenson on, “You must be careful, Jens! You can’t get disabled because of them as you know very well an Ares heir cannot have any disability.”