Wink Assassin Novels & Stories

Argent’s man, Anarchy, opened the door and retreated to Argent’s office as soon as Violet and Lyria showed up. Anarchy is another gorgeous Assassin that recently transferred from the Canadian division. With his high cheekbones, deep merlot-colored hair, and intense eyes the color of the ocean at dawn, he’s quite a sight to see. We quickly found out that he’s not much of a talker. He’s more the tall, silent type, which was fine by me. We also discovered that he’s uncomfortable with female attention. I give both women a wan smile and take a sip of wine. The scarlet liquid sloshes gently across the rim, letting off a fruity scent.

“You probably want to know what happened, huh?” I nod my head. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to respond, then he takes another breath and explains. “Well, from what we were able to gather, Kazik sent in one of his men to kill us. He shot me in the shoulder, but it was just a graze. Unfortunately, the bastard killed my assistant Sam, and my Assassin, Drex. Obviously, it was an ambush because he did some damage.” I swallow hard, trying to lubricate my throat before I croak out. “What happened to me? How long have I been here?”

I didn’t make a sound, no groan of exertion, no nothing, and neither did the intruder. The assassin was fast. I imagined the ordinary person wouldn’t be able to se his movements, let alone keep up with him. But I was no ordinary man. His hand moved with precision and careful calculation, aiming for fatal areas of my body that would leave me limp with one strike. I caught the assassin’s wrist, the sound of bone grinding against bone muffled by the thickness of our gloves. With a jerk, I pulled him into a tight embrace, wrapped my hand around his head, twisted and then- snap. He instantly went limp in my arms and I held on, making sure the job had really been finished.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

She smiled and nonchalantly continued with her task. She had the aura of an assassin and yet an elegant noble personality. There was a strange tattoo on her wrist, it was the symbol of the organisation tattooed to her own skin. She was part of them. After a few more minutes of clicking sounds coming from the keyboard, the screen flickered to life, revealing classified information that could bring the Williams down if it were to get leaked to the general public. It had information on his underground business, his killings and dirt accumulated by his company all these years. Her smiled widened with a bitter edge to it, as her lipstick glittered in the dim light.

I can’t stop the sinister smirk that comes to my face when the lights flicker off and the entire building is plunged into darkness. “Francis.” I draw out his name as I loudly call for my watcher. “I’m home and you have something I want.” I snarl loudly as I sheath my knife and pull out one of the guns. I hear movement on my left and fire without thought; whoever I hit doesn’t make a sound, but I hear their lifeless body hitting the ground.

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

However, after that everything happened so fast. Another man beside the sofa slashed the blade he was carrying into Mrs. Maya’s right hand. Nadira gasped and so did the injured person. The red bloody wound looked deep and painful, but Mrs. Maya tried to endure it. The white skin of the woman grew pale. “If you say that again, you will die,” the man with the deep voice sneered. “Besides, I know you're lying. One of my men made the mistake of saying that someone would be tasked with taking the wolvire’s stuff to the hideout. We killed that guy, not knowing that it was you who was actually assigned. Is that right, Maya the Right Hand of INDICENT?"

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!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------