The Hit List Book Novels & Stories

I say as I open the book to the first page “The Elders” he replys, his voice carrying a strangled tone “Yes “The Elders” and are you okay, you sound choked” “That's not important I'm fine, what's important here is where did you hear of them?“ He asks suspiciously “On a book titled “Shadow Assassin”, what the heck is a shadow assassin?“ He lets out a heavy sigh and says “I'll tell you when I get there” I check the time and see it's only 9 am “Okay thanks, would you be joining us for breakfast?”

His voice was calm now, like he wanted to just have a good discussion with North or something. "Killing Isabelle?" North shrugged, which felt like a slap to my face, the way he did it so nonchalantly. "I mean it just happened. Just wanted to fuck that b*tch, but she wouldn't let me after the first few times, and I mean, accidents happen." He paused, a sick grin appearing on his face before continuing. "Did she die from hitting her head when she fell? Or when I f*cked her? I didn't think at the moment and just aimed my gun at him and fired.

I wanted to drag him out of the house and demand we hit every name on that damn list until it was over. But there was something else pulling at the edges of my attention. A question I’d been avoiding. “Where’s the list?” I asked. “What list?” “The hit list. The one you made. The one with my name on it.” His eyes didn’t move. And that told me everything. “I found the safe, Hale,” I continued. “The old one. The one you used to keep padlocked with the gunmetal finish and reinforced hinges. You forgot I know how to pick locks.”

Each target has a note: who’s assigned to handle them, what method is preferred, and the timeline. “This isn’t just strategy,” I whisper. “This is a hit list.” I keep reading. The deeper I go, the worse it gets. There are instructions for psychological manipulation, fake scandals, blackmail schemes. Some of it reads like a thriller novel,but it’s real. I know it’s real because the names are real. And then I see it. The last page. The one that sends an ice-cold bolt down my spine and makes my hands go numb. STANLEY DAVIS

He could have ignored the call, he could have woken her up, then why did he destroy his comfort for her loved ones? "Does he hurt you?" Mina asked worriedly and Emma's throat went dry. She lowered her head and brushed her tongue across those exquisite lips in uncertainty. Does he hurt her? Yes, he does. "No," Emma paused, her fingers fumbling with the white sheets. "Not in that way," she replied looking down. It was the truth. He never hit her. Never disgraced her. Though she had anticipated that he would, he didn't which was rather surprising. Emma could still hear his words. "I'll ruin your life."

Bigla niyang binuksan ang bag n'ya at inilabas ang isang notebook. "Alam mo ba na ang notebook na ito ay naglalaman ng Dying List ko? At isa dito ay ang makakilala ng isang stranger na pag-sasabihin ko ng totoo kong kalagayan. Oh diba? Ikaw na 'yun! Akala ko naman mahihirapan ako dito." masaya niyang sabi na nagsimulang buksan ang kaniyang notebook at may isinulat dito.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

Diving between gaps of people, we wove through throngs of mindless walkers the entire way back out to the front to pick the car up from valet. Standing and waiting for them to run and get it was strange. Surrounded by people, next to a sociopathic hitman, I realized I would rather be standing there with him then just about anywhere else. When we were back in the car and headed back to the motel, I turned in my seat. “Okay, we’re out of there. What’s going on? Who was that guy?” “He’s an informant.” I gave a slow nod. “And what did we learn?” “Three and Eight are dead and that’s all that they know.”

“Oh, please. If I wished you dead, you would have been already. Not even Acelin or Father could have stopped me. Besides, you are not on my kill list as of now. I will alert you if that changes.” Kill list? “You have a hit list?” She looked at me like I was confused. “These people will be killed not only hit. Did I not make that clear?” Was she being sarcastic? She knew what a hit list was, right? “No. A hit list is -- never mind.” I gave up trying to explain when she gave me that look letting me know my words were annoying her.

Nathan leaned forward and, looking intently at his uncle, exclaimed: - Yes, where did you get that you know ?! This stranger is just kidding! Only words, no evidence! He jumped up, leaned his palms on the table, and, hovering over his interlocutors, almost growled: “It’s good that I don’t know who this unknown person is. It's been almost seven years and we still haven't found anything. But I smell, just smell, that this is a contract killing. Moreover, my father was afraid of someone from the Council, conducted endless negotiations, often left for personal meetings and took with him the most trusted. And after his death, I found a letter in his personal safe. You have all read it. And if not