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“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

“Good evening, or should I say in a dread, controlling, and menacing way, Prince of dark Symphony, Clayden.” Taunting the words towards the person that he finds to have the same standing of his very life and a mirror to consider. The prince in this universe where God Aries rules and just one of the alternate dimensions from the original and existing one, is far more than the beautiful, yet dark symphony it is playing for him. Young, handsome, and sheltered all its life as ability and very talent lies to its standing as the greatest musician. He who is noble by birth and the future of this very country where he is to rule over, yet not his destiny. Is someone who is an assassin, an in-line ki

Bianca Salvatore has spent her entire life learning one thing: never trust anyone. Raised in foster homes and shaped by a childhood she would rather forget, Bianca had built herself into what had become the nightmare of even the most powerful men in the underworld —a highly skilled, cold-blooded assassin with a reputation for never failing a contract. Then she is given the contract of a lifetime: kill Luca Vincenzo, the ruthless and untouchable leader of the most powerful mafia cartel in Boston. Luca is everything Bianca has been trained to kill—dangerous, calculating, wealthy, and seemingly impossible to kill. When Bianca's assassination attempt goes wrong, she finds herself at L

Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags. So no, I’m not an assassin. I’m a professional serial killer, also known as a PSK. Assassins are lazy. Kill one terrorist with a sniper rifle from a hundred yards away and then disappear into the night without a trace. Boring. PSK’s make Murder for Hire an art form. Any Catholic schoolgirl can shoot a man or put poison in his scotch, but it takes real finesse to make Murder for Hire look like the workings of a deranged sociopath. Granted, it does help that most PSK’s are deranged sociopaths, but that is completely beside the point.

The man was smoking a thick stick of cigarette, and he let out a puff of smoke, his voice muffled by the mask. "So you are saying that Ophelia Storm isn't faking her amnesia?" The female nodded, clearing her throat. "Yes, Warrior. I had never seen her that afraid, and her husband believes that her attack was because of him." The man stared into the moonlight for a while, and then turned around, taking slow steps towards the female assassin who held her breath. Gently, he lifted the burning cigarette and pushed the butt into her skin, rolling it around slowly. "If you've made a mistake, and the order is exposed because of you, I will kill you, after I take out your weakness in front of you. W

she added. Saying this with all seriousness while hitting the right mark, Aoi chuckled once more. “You never failed to make me laugh. I'm honored to be known wholeheartedly by you– the most infamous assassin of the Dark World.” to him being busted with his acting was funny. It was a rare event that makes him felt thrilling.

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

I make my way to a rental car I have parked two blocks away, get in and drive back to Hotel LeVeque, where I plan to soak in a nice hot tub and get a good night’s rest. This is what my life consists of. I travel the globe killing people for a living. I don’t take any sexual gratification from what I do, I don’t even do it for the money really – although it does pay incredibly well. No, this work; this life, runs in my blood. It’s deep rooted in who I am. By the age of twenty-nine I have become one of the most prolific assassins in the world. To those in this shadow world or those who seek me out I am only known by my codename. Blackheart.

Each word dripped with venom and thrill. “Yes,” the assassin confirmed, a faint smile hidden beneath his hood. Mira’s dark smile deepened. The air around her seemed to thicken as she whispered, “Perfect.” Her tone was soft, yet the room seemed to darken with the sound of it. She shut the case with a quiet click and straightened. “Leave me,” she said finally, her tone smooth but heavy with command. The assassin bowed once more deep, silent and final, then he turned. Within seconds, his form melted into the shadows, dissolving as if he’d never been there at all.