JLisette Gibson

Book exerpt:
Not deterring, I try my hardest to get to the door. As I feel my fingertips graze the door, my body starts to fall. Oh no! I'm not going to make it!

I look over and see my attacker is suddenly back at my side again. He grabs me as I slip further into the floor. I try to hit him, but my arms aren't responding. This was the most terrifying thing to have ever happened to me.

"Don't be afraid," he says as he gently lays me down, my vision starting to blacken in a haze." I'm here to kill you."


Samantha Howell has everything: a large fortune she doesn't need or want and the perfect fiancee. On the night of her annual family gala, she is kidnapped and imprisoned by an Assassin for hire. Will she find out who is behind this, or will she die trying?

My Assassin

Half an hour passes by. Steven has snorted half of the bag, and I'm getting antsy. I need to get out of here! 


He keeps twitching and shaking, starting to sway as his nose bleeds. I know he is at the point of no return. He is definitely going to overdose. 


I put the gun into my holster as I walk towards Blasphick. He is sitting back on the sofa, swaying. He is trying to keep his eyes open, muttering nonsense about monsters. I grab the back of his head and slam his face into the coffee table. 


A cloud of powder envelopes Blasphick and myself. The prostitute lets out a tiny whimper. 


For a quick moment, I forget she's even here. 


I hold him there to let him breathe the rest in. Holding him down until he started convulsing. 


I look up at the prostitute. She's sitting there, looking away, covering her ears. A pang of sadness fills me as I see the look of horror on her face, eyes shut tightly. 


Coke and Bullets