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Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

The fact that I’m bared to him like this and that he has a clear view of my pussy and backside causes a surge of wetness. He drags the flat side of the ruler across my ass, teasing me. He teases me for so long that I’m completely unprepared when the ruler connects with my ass. The sharp, stinging sensation has me jerking on the desk, a moan falling from my lips. We’re in the front of the classroom in broad daylight. Anyone could walk in right now. Maybe someone forgot their book or just needed to confirm something from him. But it’s the danger associated with what we’re doing right now that makes it that much hotter.

A lot of these items I've never even seen before, which is disappointing, as all we had growing up to train on were each other, nature, a few weapons, and wounded wolves. Pulling myself back into gear, I needed to focus. I have anywhere between an hour and a half to two hours to make myself look and act as a typical weak human female and not as one of the human's most elite, deadliest assassins. Rolling my shoulders back, I felt some of the tension ease away that had been rapidly building in my muscles. Every instinct in me was telling me this was a bad decision to even be in this gym, but what other option did I have? They've made it clear to us, even before we arrived, that we didn't get a

"And honestly? You're playing your part brilliantly." With a final, teasing wink, Killian turned on his heel and walked away toward the lecture hall, leaving Asher standing against the brick wall, a flushed mess. Later That Afternoon. The Lecture Hall. Ten minutes later, Asher slammed his heavy criminal law textbook down onto a desk in the packed lecture hall, exhaling a long, ragged breath. He had barely managed to calm his racing pulse before marching into class, hoping to lose himself in the safety of constitutional theory and hide in the back row.

At least Lai did not murder any living thing in the classroom. We both walk back to the front corridor and hand the keys to the staff room. After that, the lady teacher with a mysterious glint in her voice approaches us. Maybe the interview is over. "So, how was it? Did you like the class, Miss Sharma?" She stares at her in high hopes.

Is everything somehow my fault? Such questions left an aching hole in Luna's chest, and before she realized it, they had finally reached their Combatant class. Sitting in the university arena stadium, the students saw Professor Bain, and behind him stood four people. "Welcome to another day of Combatant class! Now that we have the exhibition match results, each of you will be placed in the class that suits you best. There are five classes: Magic-Caster, Weaponry, Beast-Tamer, Martial Arts, and Assassin."

Some assassins also came to school to remove all the posters" "Wow, who could have helped me this much?" "That doesn't matter Khloe. Let's go to class for now" "Okay" and we both left for class. I will definitely get to the bottom of this. TBC...... ©️ Tricia

Jaxon I hate leaving Maleah looking so sad, but there’s nothing I can do. This is who I am, and she will have to become accustomed to it. I’d love to tell her I’ll retire from the Confradia as I planned before. Unfortunately, I can’t. Logan and I are the only ones we trust to help maintain order between our people since there are too many doubts mounting within our ranks. Logan and I have noticed a lax in control between our leaders and have become distrustful of their motives. I guess a lot of it has to do with how the board handled the Kazik situation. There were too many questions and suspicions. The heads of the Confradia gave in too quickly to his demands, which created an irreparabl

Gives the Hogwarts vibes. To my right are a row of classroom doors, demarcated with a signboard on the top that indicates the class name. "Weapon Arts." Tessa looks at the sign on the door and then checks our routine sheet to make sure that we don't embarrass ourselves on the first day of our class. "This is it. Let's go." Tessa tells me and I follow her through the door to the interior of the classroom. My jaw drops instantly in awe of the interior architecture of the class. Forget that I ever said Hogwarts. This is spectacular!

But right now. I release another arrow near the emergency exit located at the top of the stairs when it was burned to ashes by a fireball. "Looks like I managed to lure some big fishes," I stated once four hooded figures emerged from the shadows. Their aura is way different than any of the other B-class assassins that have surrounded the school. "Hmm... Ah! You are the son of the assassins of the white clan, right? What's your name again? Was it Hans something?" a female voice mocked as they took a step down the stairs.