World Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 79 Richard knew that every killer has a dignity. He is a former top 20 killer in world assassin organisation. When his mission accomplished, he retired as a killer and became the body guard of the Vanlimz family. He remembered when the world assassin organisation ordered to chased him either dead or alive, only the Vanlimz family helped him to withdrew the ordered. Once you became a killer its forever and lifetime. You can’t break the rules of world assassin organisation, But because of Vanlimz helped he stayed alive now. That’s why he will truly give his best efforts to protect the Vanlimz family especially Joshua even its cost his life.

Timothy. He was still getting used to the body that he reincarnated in. A known as a serial killer. A hired assassin centuries ago. He was getting used to the body as it slowly turned into his original face. That’s how reincarnation in their family works. Slowly, the body will adapt to the soul and whatever the Soul looks like, will adapt by the body. The scar on his face was permanent and a lot of women were disgusted by it.

He was turned into a weak, limp marionette, dangling from Zayn’s hand. Zayn nonchalantly tossed him to the ground and looked down at him from above. He then asked, “Which club do you belong to?” The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from shock once again upon hearing Zayn’s query. “Who… Who are you?” the assassin stuttered. “Let me guess, you’re from the Order of the Solar Temple?” Zayn asked. The assassins had auras very similar to Shaun Shapiro. The lead assassin’s pupils constricted from even more, apparently confirming that Zayn was right.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

"Yes. The story you heard is true. I was killed forty-three years ago. However, three years later, I woke up and became an envoy of the Mafia System. I don't know myself and how my soul came to be in this body." Arsenio stroked his chin. He wasn't really surprised. Hearing Freya's story was like in the reborn genre novels, which he usually read in his spare time. The question then became. Is there really something magical like this? Systems and being reborn, just to protect a loved one? "Maybe, God, gave me one chance to be able to protect Bastian. All this time I kept watching him from a distance. I was waiting for that time to come..."

A Short Story Before Continuation A Quickie With An Assasin Billionaire Blurb=> Trained from birth to be a lethal assassin, The youngest billionaire in the city, Jared living a double life as a charming zillionaire business mogul and genetically an underworld heir to the most feared (assasin) family is dispatched on his inaugural mission by his father to eliminate Olivia, the heiress of a powerful empire. But when a miscalculated risk embedded in a twist of fate brings them together, their initial confrontation, a quick sexual intercourse ignites an unexpected spark.

said the leader. “No, no, no, stop, stop,” shouted Yoshiro when he saw one vigilante moving towards him to open his ropes. “Okay, okay, relax! Don’t fight me. Fight one of my people. Is that okay with you?” asked the leader. “Yeah, I can do that,” said Yoshiro with confidence. He finally gulped to catch his breath. After what the leader told him he knew he was never going to win. The leader outed himself as the world-famous assassin. The whole world was afraid of them. How could a mere mortal like Yoshiro fight against them?

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins