Novel & Cerita Assassin Classroom Season 1

Kat pulled off their masks one after another, and when she pulled out the mask of the one I ripped her heart open, she gasped. "Kira! She had it coming." "Are you okay?" She nodded, and I went into the bathroom to wash off my hands. When I was done, I dried my hands and came back to the room. "Who are they, and what do they want?" "The wolf assassin, I guess they heard I was alive." "So" "One of the cardinal rules is to take out witnesses." She was still talking when the phone began beeping. She quickly searched Kira's body to find the phone in her left pocket.

ASH'S POV A few days have passed since what happened at our hangout place. No one tried to bring up that topic again. I was walking to the classroom when I saw Akisha walking alone. I was surprised when suddenly something came up to her. A kunai! Sh*t! I was about to run to rescue her when she suddenly bowed. It was as if she was tying something on her shoes, but there was nothing wrong with her shoes. It just depends on whether she lied to us about how weak her senses are. As I followed her, I did not realize that we were in the classroom. Until now, the murder of Miss Salvacion is still being talked about, and until now it has not been possible to determine the culprit. Soon, Sir Rios arri

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."

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.

I said as I gently picked up the knife that had fallen beside me. Before becoming a professional assassin, you must attend several training sessions in order to master all of the techniques that an assassin must know and study, and one of those techniques is that when one area of your body is vulnerable, you must think of another strategy to strike your opponent. "B*tch, don't be too arrogant or you'll end up at Satan's door!" My assailant had laughed at my confidence once more. "Oh please, don't joke about it because you'll regret it, I swear," I said to my assailant, "because you'll be the one to wind up on Satan's doorstep, honey," I said coldly.

Dresses aren't my thing. I'll pick a pair of jeans or sweats before I put on a dress. Dresses make me feel exposed and uncomfortable. I'm a warrior. I don't find killing myself to look good as a priority for the fact that I don't care about finding a mate. The mate bond is ridiculous, in my opinion. Falling for someone and losing yourself in them just because the Moon Goddess paired you two is utterly pathetic. Being an assassin, I learned that loving someone only leads to hurting them or yourself. Love makes people vulnerable and weak, and I want no part of it.

And she did great, he perfectly moulded her into strong perfect fighter in martial arts, disciplined and cold hearted. He classified his fighters into Classes. Class c contains a fighters who are getting trained to become Assassin's. Class B contains fighters who are good with their fighting skills and mostly got hired for Assassination or bodyguards positions, Ashton belonged to this class. And class A was group which contains fighters who has gone through intense martial arts trainings and perfect in every skills like sword fighting, archery, shooting and martial arts. Class A fighters are unbreakable and only few from his agency succeeded to became class A.

He nodded, "now go and wear something more nerdy—wear glasses as well. You should make yourself look unrecognisable." "For fuck's sake," I muttered before going to my room to change. I wore a plain shirt and jeans along with my sneakers and of course, a pair of glasses. Then I left for school. Surprisingly, both me and Ares arrived at the same time. Ares arrived in a fancy car while I took a cheap car as Diana Cooper wasn't someone rich. "From assassin to nerd." Ares mocked as he stared at me from top to bottom. "From mafia king to student." I retorted, ignoring the fact that he was looking hot as hell.

The tray dropped—glass shattering—and the assassin whipped a six-inch blade out from under the towel, slicing straight for Hugo's throat. Hugo threw up his forearm, taking the cut. Blood soaked his sleeve, but he didn't blink. He buried a brutal right hook into the guy's ribs. A loud crack echoed, but the assassin didn't stop. He rolled off Hugo and lunged across the room, knife aimed straight at Lina's face. "Lina, move!" Marvin screamed, throwing his laptop. The laptop caught the guy in the chest, knocking him off balance. Lina scrambled backward, her chair screeching as she hit the wall.

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and