Assassin Classroom Characters Novels & Stories

Kaden asks Oliver to cut him a shirt of his words. "Mostly, I know there's something and I also knows things which is why she was attacked" Oliver spoke with His eyes fixed on Kaden Kaden felt struck immediately, the assassin who came after him was the same who came after . If Oliver's thoughts awas right then it means the assassin worked for the organization which also meant that they knew the existence of wolves. The assassin tan oast him with the speed of a vampire which means she wasn't human, Whatever the assassin and the organization were up to it's no good, panicked immediately.

Lakshmi shook her head as she pulled Mia's arm, dragging Mia with her into the classroom. "I take back my words.." Lakshmi staggered at the entrance of the classroom when she saw all her classmates acting as if they were zombies, not just zombies but minions to Alyssa. Alyssa was putting on a black dress that covered her neck all the way to the back of her head. She sat on a throne that was floating in mid air with her holding a septa in her right hand and laughing out loud in a deep and loud voice. The class was windy and black dust had covered everywhere.

He nods his head, then I guided him to stand up. Just then, a whistle from the coach wraps the whole field. Brayn and his companion stand up as the coach approach our direction. "What the hell are you doing!?" Coach yell at us in anger. No one of us answer. We just stared sharply at each other. Well, he started the fight. --- CASSANDRA's POV "See you tomorrow, everyone! You are dismissed!" Professor Tin says and leaves the classroom. Our two subjects this afternoon are over and one subject to go before the time for going home will come, but Khai and Von are still not coming back. I wonder what made them took so long? Never mind. The hell I care?

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

Seriously Since Miranda isn't here,am I the next target of business cards I pushed the trolley away after giving him a fake smile I dumped the card into the trashcan not bothering to spare a glance at it to avoid temptation Hahahaha Few minutes to closing Can't wait to see Kel and my best friend also Miranda's POV I put on a baggy trouser and a oversized shirt after having a warm shower Tied my hair into a messy bun and rubbed a little lipstick on my lips I look nice Can't wait to see Mitchelle I walked out of the door and bumped into the jerk I ignored him and walked away despite his stares I sat down on the couch and waited for my best friend Since Kel wasn't around to talk to ,I slotted i

He hadn’t taken a guess at who it would be when he’d made his choice, however, the culprit took him by no surprise. Sharmin sat at the end of the classroom on one of the tables closest to the windows, looking out as if enamored by a predator’s hunt or a deluge of demon beasts at the command of their summoner. Either way, it was a striking visage as well as a false one. Castrel, who was known to sit with the boy solely during Havldec’s lessons stared at him in a failed attempt to…

Students fill the hallway, talking loudly, lockers slamming. For a moment it feels normal. Then someone whispers. “That's her.” Another voice. “That's Evelessa.” I sigh. Great. The whispers follow us as we walk. Aretha nudges me. “You’ve officially reached celebrity level.” “I hate it.” Aretha looks amused. “You’ll get used to it.” “I don’t want to.” We reach our classroom. History. Which usually meant professor Kane until Cassain killed him and now he's been replaced with another clueless professor who is somehow terrified of me and does the impossible to avoid me."

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

she said, looking sad. "Who the fuck is Kira?" I asked, and she gave me a really bad stare, like, am I for real? "What?" I blurted out, shrugging. How the fuck am I supposed to keep up with names. "Kira, the girl that showed up and helped us hunt Katya." "Who the fuck is that?" I asked even more confused now than I was earlier. "The fucking assassin, bloody hell!" she yelled. "Oh, what happened to her?"

“The girl just dismantled the ice queen in front of a Dutch master. The scene is already over. Now I’m just providing the exit music.” I looked between them, my pulse thrumming in my ears. It was a literal manifestation of the pomegranate I’d just described. To my left, Jax: the safety, the protection, the man who wanted to fix the world so I could fit into it. To my right, Asher: the fire, the chaos, the man who wanted to burn the world down so I didn't have to fit in at all. The class was staring. Sloane was seething. Mrs. Higgins was fumbling for her phone to call security.