Assassin Classroom Characters Novels & Stories

However, the moment she got to the end of the aisle, a familiar powerful fragrance forced her to look up. That was when she was met with those alluring grey eyes she had gazed upon last night. Alpha Xavier Valcourt was High Target 10, the Alpha she had been sent to assassinate last night and failed. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof. " You know about Amelia, right?" Nicholas sighed, looking at her. She nodded waiting for him to speak. Was he finally going to tell her about Amelia" "How Amelia and I met was through Adrian. I lived with the Castellnos since I was little. My family died in a fire accident, and the Castellnos took me in. They were close to my family but Adrian didn't like me. I knew it, he didn't like the way his father talked to me or how people like me over him. He didn't say anything but I felt it. We grew up as close brothers and we trained together I as the Mafia Assassin and Adrian to be heir. Soon Amelia came into the

“Seriously, three minutes? Maybe her only skill is spreading her legs.” I’d never played chess before. I only knew the basic rules and names of the pieces, which I learned in this very class. Yet they acted as if I were some idiot. Oh, for God’s sake. My teacher’s gaze was cold. “You need to study harder, Anastasia. Strategy is required for every step you take in life.” As if I’d ever graduate from here and actually want to become an assassin. No way. What kind of life is that, always hunting or being hunted, never belonging anywhere, never feeling anything? To me, being an assassin sounded utterly miserable.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

Ashley stood there with her head bowed. She was still there trying to form something up when a hand yanked her towards the elevator. Immediately they entered the elevator, Frederick shoved her and she slam her back on the wall of the elevator. He then came forward towards her and grabbed her by the neck.. raising her body to his eye level. " You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?"

“Great. Today, we are going to be repeating the same lessons.” “The whole point of being in this building is to be powerful and have the world wrap around your fingers. Take control of every situation, make your opponent feel dumb and useless.” “Make men feel useless and ruin their ego,” Alessa muttered as she stared at her fingers but Madam Olga heard. The door to the classroom opened and a guy walked in. A familiar guy. It was the guy Alessa knocked out, Jaxon. As he walked in, his eyes were on Alessa and he was glaring hard at her. For some reason, Alessa wasn't intimidated. She held his gaze and kept a stern look.

she begged him while trying to keep him away from Kairos but Asael again tried to walk closer towards Kairos but this time he had to halt. “What’s happening there?” their professor, Aylin, walked inside the classroom and got startled by seeing that scenario in front of her. She immediately stormed towards them and saw Kairos’s mouth and nose bleeding badly while he was glaring at Asael whose eyes were glowering at him. It clearly told her that Asael had done this to Kairos. “Mr Elayzer, what’s this?” she shouted at Asael, making him ball his fists more aggressively. His gaze continued to glare at Kaiors with a murderous look on his face.

The School Demon was not completely demonic. He has a soft side that is unexpected. **** The vague figure that Alsava thought was Adrian, brought Alsava a strong curiosity. So today, with hesitant steps, Alsava tried to approach the class known as the exile class. The classroom was located after descending the stairs, in a quiet hallway near the rarely used chemistry laboratory, which left the hallway less accessible to students. The class nickname, of course, did not just come. The class got the nickname because it only contained naughty students who had no intention of studying. Within a day, there must be someone who does tantrums. Not to mention, almost all of the students always got low