The Perfect Assassin Novels & Stories

The message chilled them both: a clear photo of Pera outside the building tonight, with the text **“Give us the virgin or she dies screaming like the others. Power flickered , Emergency red lights bathed the room. Muffled gunfire erupted from the floor below. Marcus pulled out, cum gushing from her well-fucked pussy. He pressed the gun into her trembling hands. “Point and shoot. Don’t hesitate He tossed her his shirt it barely covered her ass, his seed still running down her legs. Chaos erupted. The balcony door shattered as a black-clad assassin swung in. Marcus fired, dropping him. But more came. Glass exploded everywhere. Pera screamed as rough hands grabbed her from behind, a cold knife

We're royals and can do whatever the hell we want. "I'm sending out our secret weapon. I think he's ready." I've been training this assassin since he was dropped off at the palace when he was a pup. He has been locked in a cage and is not allowed to interact with anyone other than the assassins training him. He has not been shown any kindness and has been beaten many times, almost to death. He's huge, even bigger than me, and meaner than anyone I've ever met. He’s the perfect one to kill Sienna. His name is Maverick.

I smirked and glanced at the man standing naked by the door, my own version of a pinnacle of human physical perfection, maybe more extraordinary than any superheroes alike. He walked towards me and pinned me to the tiled wall of the bathroom. He wrapped my legs on his hips and kissed me, no... devoured my mouth with an intense kiss. I moaned, feeling the intensity of his needs and mine. I should have chosen cold water because the hot water burned our skin as his mouth glided to the hollow of my neck, and his hand moved and explored my body. There was much urgency in his kiss, in his touch, like we were running out of time.

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.

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

Though the steam and moisture cleared the sand mist, it only heightened everyone's unease. "Only... only one person?!" *stab!* An escort soldier sent to protect the VIP gasped, his voice laced with disbelief, just moments before a swift blade pierced his throat, silencing him forever. Clad in a mysterious dark blue robe and concealed face, the assassin struck with such precision and ferocity that it left the remaining bodyguards and soldiers in a state of shock. The swift and calculated movements executed by this singular figure were solely responsible for neutralizing the trained personnel and the two top AB trainees in the sand maze. Yet, upon being exposed to the open air, they swiftly re

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

Annie kept going, pulling out more evidence—falsified medical reports, suspicious bank transfers, and intimate photos of Yvonne and Alfred. The truth hit like a landslide, crushing every last shred of denial. Bowen's eyes were bloodshot as he growled, "It was you! You killed Kathleen!" He lunged at Yvonne and wrapped his hands around her throat. "Daddy!" Candice's voice froze everyone in place. The little girl stood on the staircase, looking down at the chaos in confusion. "What's going on? Mommy Yvonne, why are you sitting on the floor?" she asked with a little frown.

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.