Novel & Cerita Assassin Classroom Characters

He appeared so nice and serene. "From what you can see, our enemy was just like any normal supernatural being. From here, we finally understand that there is no one with the word monster written on his or her forehead. Each one of you needs to be extremely careful and trust no one, "Aslan advised. "In this room, there are 20 of us. Tamsyn with her 5 work members, Aslan, and his 4 assistants, then comes Nolan and his 6 work members, then finally 3 members of the army together with me, making 20 of us. Given the fact no one here can be trusted, we have no choice but to take a blood oath "Caspian finally announced and silence fell in the room.

Life has been messy for her “How do she expect that I catch up with the other students if I miss class for two whole weeks and not on any other subject but English “Cassy murmured with so much pains as it really dawn on her that miss Sarah was serious with the suspension stuff. she was so lost in her thinking that she unknowingly entered an abandoned class crying. Two boys jumped into the class through an open ceiling laughing.startled Cassy looked up and saw two unknown faces whom she assume to be a member of the school . Seeing their scaring faces, Cassy got up and tried running out of the room.but she was caught by another boy at the door then she realized that they were three in number .

That man is more of a father than a teacher despite being incredibly annoying at times. ("Eh? How come you live in the Slums then?" Titus Crowley, aged twelve, pouted.) (Nash Skinner flicked the young boy on the forehead, causing the blond to yelp in pain. "Why did you do that?") (The former hitman ignored the shrill voice and calmly pointed to a brunette who heaved a heavy basket of silk. "Look at Serra. You have spoken to her before. Is she terrible at Math?")

He slammed his fist on the table in frustration and she looked up. "Fine, I'm an assassin. I kill people without knowing who they are, what they did wrong. I just kill because I was told to. There now you know!" She said cutting through her waffles. He became irritated when she didn't look at him. He took the plate from in front of her and slid it away. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What?" she inquired

And then there was Alessa. She happened to be the foster daughter of Carlo Salvatore. He was to her, in fact, a savior. A man who had shown up after she was moved through a lot of foster homes and accepted her for what she was: a sad, mischievous little girl. He never bothered her, only loved her and provided her with all she wanted always. But he had also trained her to be what she was now: a skilled assassin. He began training her as early as twelve years old.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

I shook my head and increased my pace, trying to keep up with Edwin's long strides as he turned left. Soon enough, we were standing in front of a black mahogany door. He knocked on the door and waited. "Come in." A deep and low voice answered from inside. Shivers wracked my whole body and cleared my throat for the hundredth time this morning. The voice held so much authority and masculinity. "Alright, Miss Kayla. You may go in now. Mr. Marcello is ready to see you," Edwin announced, and I swallowed. Hard. I nodded my head and thanked him.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

The training room was empty, it seemed like everyone had already changed into their uniform and class had already begun. Heaving a sigh, I walked to my locker and pulled it open. I took out the uniform and packed my hair in a lazy bun. I wore my sneakers and took a sip of water before leaving the changing room. I snuck into the class where we were to have combat practice and thankfully no one saw me sneaking in. Most of them were already practicing with their paired partners and the instructor was watching closely. I stood with others who hadn't been paired to watch them fight. Someone caught my sight, it was Asher. I had forgotten he was in my class and I saw him sparring with a blonde boy.

She stuttered The assassin deepened his sinister smile and walked closer to her with his hand on the door handle clearly stopping her from entering the room and slamming the door on his face. " I am an assassin... my name is Assassinator" he answered dangerously revealing his dirty brown teeth. Bianca shuddered in fear but she still managed to put a strong stand " Why are you here? Do you work for Alex?" She asked. The question changed the assassin mood. Seemed the question didn't go quite well with him and only made him angry. His face turned cold and his scars became menacing. He grabbed Bianca hand and pushed her inside the room with force.