The World's Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated As A Noble นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My seduction plan had been interrupted by the alert of my dad’s murder attempt. I needed a distraction from…everything. My body still throbbed, it wanted to be touched, it needed him. I needed him. I stood up, my resolution hardening. I wasn't just a billionaire; I was a woman who was tired of waiting for permission to feel alive. I sat up when he came out of the gym in the room He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung black athletic shorts. His muscles were rigid, gleaming with a sheen of sweat

"And I owe you the truth. You saved his life. That deserves honesty." "I saved his life to hurt the people who killed me. Don't make it noble." "I'm not. I'm just keeping my end of our deal." I sat on her worn couch. "You want to know what I remember from the other timeline? All of it?" Sophia put down her paintbrush. "Yes."

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

His body jerked, his mouth opening in a silent gasp of pain before he crumpled like a stone. “No!” I shrieked, my rage tearing me apart. I lunged at the assassin with everything I had, claws sinking deep into his flesh, tearing him apart until his scream faded into silence. I made sure I scattered his body, bones away from flesh, so that he won’t be able to exist in the next life nor reincarnate.

“I didn’t sacrifice my life to hide in the woods. I did it to make them remember what they threw away.” “Revenge is a dangerous game, Liora.” “Good.” I smiled, and even I could feel the predatory edge to it. “I want it to be dangerous. I want them to fear what they created.” Silas sighed but handed me a small bag. “Money for your new life. Papers with your new identity. And remember—you have four years left. Make them count.” I took the bag, my heart pounding with anticipation. Four years to destroy everyone who’d destroyed me. Four years to watch Damien realize what he’d lost. Four years to see Sage’s perfect world crumble.

Our forehead pressed together as a lone tear slipped from his eye. "Alas..... That didn't happen... But I swear I'm never letting those repeat again... I will never let you go... I wanted to tell you that I know... That you're not the only one but I couldn't... Because there were gaps between both our version... I was waiting till I know it all... That's it princess... I didn't want to break your trust... " I kept quiet for a moment... I need some time to process it all... But one thing didn't set right with me... Why was he reborn? On my birthday, just like me... I died.... Not him, right...?

The white tiger I chose was not only the priest of the white tiger tribe but also the son of the chieftain. He was supposed to be the heir of the white tiger tribe. However, in our past life, the white tiger priest suffered an ambush by the lion tribe while he was out hunting. The white tiger priest was severely injured, and he died from infection. His death was the reason why I was able to help my wolf man become chieftain. However, I would not let the white tiger priest die so tragically again. He would be my sharpest blade. Unlike Autumn, being the wife of the chieftain meant nothing to me.

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.

It's something I rarely talk about and that is extremely expensive for those who seek me out. I have no idea if I will charge them for this training, since I have already fulfilled my obligation with the pack. The last thing I need to do is prepare Perseus and Achilles' bodies with the protective runes. After that, I am free from the contract. I don't even know if they will be able to pay for this training. But there's the fact that a Chimera is extremely rare, I had heard of others, but nothing like Sophia... There's the factor that perhaps the others are a reincarnation of Sophia, and to find out, Sophia needs to go through regression sessions.