The Truth In Assassin's Creed 2 Novels & Stories

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

I muttered, advancing towards her. A sound rang in my head, forcing me backward by one foot. “The knife!” I pressed further. “So you confess to doing it? You actually killed him? It was you, wasn’t it? The man in the hood. The assassin. Have you known all these while that I am the stripper Cassian is looking for?” “I barely just found out,” “That’s a lie.” She cursed. And I wondered what I could say to make her believe me. She’d already figured out one of my secrets. I couldn’t call it a lie, because I never lied about it to her.

Therefore, for a case as minor as mine—having a surgery record without undergoing the procedure and letting an intern act as the lead surgeon—would hardly pique anyone's interest. To ensure my story got noticed, I hired a private investigator to gather evidence. As Jack had killed me in my past life, I'd followed him around as a wandering ghost, and that had helped me uncover his ugly secrets. In the future home Jack had planned for us, he'd bought an extra basement just for his secret feelings. There, he kept Kate's childhood photos, items from when she was young, his secret love diaries, and every gift Kate had given him. I wrote a heart-wrenching love story and sent it to a few marketing

With the vast amount of green trees, mountains with hidden caves and historical architectural buildings, it was the perfect little tourist town. "But that's not what I'm here for, Kayla." She firmly stated, and I looked away from her to Estelle, who was playing with the silver pendant on Grandma's neck. But that didn't stop her. She went on, "You need to tell me the truth, Kayla. What's happening? Is it your job? Are you sick? Are the bills now more than what you can handle?" And when I said nothing but pick on the skin on my nail-bed, and avoided her gaze, she sighed.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

Taking a few steps, I punched in the code I had memorized since I turned eleven. "Welcome, Alpha Caspian. What brings you here today?" The unmistakable voice of the library's security system greeted me. This library held the entire history of the supernatural world—from the good to the ugly, including my father's terrible deeds. Left to him, no one would have ever known, but unfortunately, history was written by warlords who appeared when needed and vanished just as quickly. "There’s no way he could kill them." Delius mused and I chuckled. "For research," I whispered, and another moment of silence followed.

THE ASSASIN’S CREED. SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW The kitchen, with its gleaming marble and soft golden accents, suddenly felt like a stage set in a matter of seconds. Filled with nothing but everything flimsy and fake, it felt ready to collapse. I stared at Kirill, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between the man who had just tenderly held a straw to my lips and the man I’d just learned who had traveled the world ending lives for millions of dollars.

If you claim you were drugged a year and a half ago, then you must have ‘happened’ to sleep with her and gotten her pregnant again. David leaned against the wall and delivered a cutting blow. "Seems the drug had quite a lasting effect on you, Mr. Carter." Alex's expression turned dark. Brooke trembled by the door, weakly defending herself. "I... I really was just cleaning the guest room that day..." "Oh? Cleaning your male boss's guest room in the middle of the night?" I snorted. "Miss, with that intelligence, how did you even become Mr. Carter's intern?" I looked at Alex and delivered my final verdict. "You're not my husband. My husband wouldn't have such poor judgment or be this stupid."

Come home, Jane! I had the guards pin him down and whispered into his ear, "Andre, did you think you were smart enough to play everyone like a fiddle? "I've known who you were all along. I know you faked your death. I remember how you had me abducted and left me to die in that fire. Now, it's time you paid the price." After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it.