روايات وقصص ضمن The Genius Assassin Who Takes It All Novel

Deciding today I need a break from training, I have the genius plan to take Alec to one of my favourite places near my house. I’m bored and I have no one else to play with, so he’ll have to do. I get dressed in a gorgeous aqua blue tropical print, backless, halter-neck dress with a thigh-high slit, slip on some white sandals, and grab a small purse that I tuck my phone and Crimson into. As if I’d go anywhere without her. I place my purse over my shoulder and walk down to Alec’s room and knock. I knock repeatedly but get no answer, so I open the door and peek my head inside. He’s there, he’s just out like a light. You'd think being in a house with assassins, one of whom was going to kill him,

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The figure, clad in a dark overcoat and an eerie, pitch-black mask, matched the description of the notorious assassin who made contact with 'Blood Lotus' . The assassin sat in silence, his gloved hand flipping through the pages of a notebook, his piercing eyes scanning each page with deliberate precision. As he reached the final page, the assassin suddenly looked up and locked his gaze with Creed. The stillness and silence of the room were only punctuated by the sound of the assassin's slow, measured breathing, making the atmosphere all the more creepy. "You finished?" Creed asked the assassin, "Yeah!!" The assassin nodded, "Did you contact, miss Luna?" Creed asked, "What did she say?"

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.

She slowly and painfully crawled her way towards it, making sure to keep her movement quiet to not alert the other assassin. Her journey was a slow one but she was able to get there without the big guy knowing. She used her left hand to pick up the gun, grunting as she righted herself to take aim, and then she shot. Fool was so focused on venting his frustration of the death of his comrades on the woman beneath him that he lost touch with the environment around him forgetting there was more than one assassin. A mistake that cost him, which he realized when a bullet hit him at the center of his back. His eyes widened in surprise and before his brain could comprehend where the attack is coming

He took his binoculars and scanned through for the possible position of where the shot came from. He had concluded that only one person could be able to do that after he got the report from the ballistics expert on the bullet that went through the dead suspect’s head. A sniper. A damn good one. And, he has no idea who that person is. Zach picked up the document that Alex had submitted to him and read through it. He had to give credit to her as he read through the translation, she had submitted to him on her interrogation with the remaining suspect. The suspect was speaking in French, his attempt in evading cross examination and he had watched Alex let him do that.

A horrible feeling settled inside Azerbel’s stomach instantly. Because she already knew where this was going. And then the warrior said the words that shattered the little peace she still had left. “The key is with Alpha Genaro.” Silence. Heavy. Deadly. Then, “They’ve started sending assassins after him.” Azerbel stopped breathing.

His eyes darkened, and a faint smile ghosted across his face. “I should fear what he’ll become, but a part of me is proud. Because for once, someone in this family might actually be ruthless enough to finish what I started.” He looked back at the fading taillights of the car. “So, I intend to let it rise. Let him come for me. Let him try.” Lorenzo’s breath caught as he stared at the man he’d spent his whole life trying to impress. The man who applauded brutality but called it legacy. The man who shaped people into weapons and called it love.