World's Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated Novels & Stories

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

I couldn't help but wonder if Calvin would regret that decision once he was publicly embarrassed. … It was just as it was in my past life. The banquet was held at our villa and it was attended by prominent figures from various industries. I had made sure that reporters were stationed outside the villa's entrance when Callum made his grand entrance in his Bentley, fully intending to blow the situation up as much as possible. It had been years since I had last seen him, and Callum had indeed matured into a competent heir. He was capable of handling matters on his own. He was the center of attention as soon as he arrived at the banquet. It was absurd how Calvin, with his face bearing no resembl

"You're okay, I guess." The rest of the ride was quiet. When the car stopped, I stormed out. After I slammed the door, I heard him call my name. I turned, confused, and saw Daniel's face half-hidden in the shadows. He spoke softly. "The truth is, it wasn't Jeffrey who comforted you back then. It was me. Jeffrey poisoned Bobby and killed him." I felt like I had been hit by lightning and just stared at him. "Why should I believe you?" "The white frangipani flower, remember?"

He smiled at me. I managed a weak smile, "Thanks, Bruno." My best shot at doing a better job than my team of beta and gamma researchers who were running around like headless chickens, getting in the way while my team of highly trained and experienced hunters was trying to save my mate. I felt a headache coming on, as I tried to keep a lid on my boiling emotions. But I couldn't let these people go to waste! I'd been training for years to become an assassin so I could catch the bastards who had killed my father,mother and sister.

They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak. "The luna is dead. Why do you keep claiming to be her? And this is not what Luna Ashley looks like." "I shouldn't be explaining myself to you but for the sake of this, I will." "I was reborn in another body. The spirit is Ashley while the body is another's. That explains why I know all your secrets and I am back for revenge." They fell to their faces and could not bear to look up at me. Cold sweats dropped from their forehead to the floor.

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

"We've been watching you since Black Apex." Her expression hardened. "We?" the man asked his own question. "Tell me…, then his voice lowered. "Who exactly are you?" Her pupils contracted slightly. For the first time since reincarnating someone had asked the question she didn't want anyone asking. Not who Alina was but rather who she was. The line went dead. Alina stood there without moving. Without breathing. Without blinking. [System Emergency Alert] [Contact source identified.] Her eyes immediately shifted upward. The next words appeared slowly. Almost like the system itself was hesitating.

I voiced lowly and turned to the table where the torture weapons were lined up. ‘He’s got to be electrocuted first,’ I whispered to Thomas who smiled and shook his head in agreement. Such a wry smile. I smirked. I changed my mind afterwards and picked up a small pen knife. “I think this dagger would do,” I whispered as I picked it up. The anger in me grew and I could feel my breath rate increase. Just like someone stabbed me in the back and I needed to take my revenge on them. I walked speedily towards the young man who bled heavily and just before I struck his chest…

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

He had the most beautiful sea green eyes I'd ever seen…but that's not why I'm here. Ahem. “ And I don't believe you're my date. So, why're you here?” He asked calmly. This time, the coldness was gone. ~~~Pierce’’s POV ~~~ It's her. The girl my vehicle collided with after speaking to her harshly at the exhibition in my past life. Was she reborn too? She seems…different. Her poise and mannerisms have changed too. “ I'm Kara Jones, Serena Jones stepsister and the adopted elder daughter of the Jones family.” she said after I looked up from my tab.