Novel & Cerita Assassin Classroom Teacher

Stephanie kept talking with her friends, having forgotten about me. Just then we heard a scream and stamping of feet, the school went into an uproar. Mean-looking hefty protocols in black suits ushered someone into our classroom. Everyone hurried to their seats. I gave my best friend and seatmate Zara, a tight-lipped smile. “Settle down, everyone!” Mrs Vanessa, the headmistress entered our classroom. Beside her, was the Damian Delance, dressed in an all black outfits. He gave a very bad boy vibe.

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.

"Jayk isn't like you and me, Mars. He doesn't get scared. He doesn't feel fear. It's why he's the way he is. Impulsive and destructive. He saw an injustice and he fixed it the only way he knew how. Without thinking about the consequences. It'll be up to one of us to right that wrong when she betrays us," I spray the inside of the locker and wipe it down before tossing the supplies back into the plastic bag they were in so they don't spill over my things. The two of us glance over to the sound of shouting. The halls are all empty because it's the middle of third period. Some asshole is pulling a teacher out of her classroom by her hair. I don't know who he is but I do know that Mrs. Killian i

"I can take the classes, but I doubt I have the skill to mark assignments." Oak looks relieved his friend swooped in to save him. "Okay, can anyone mark the assignments temporarily?" Sophia stands. "I'll mark them. I just don't think my workload would suit taking the classes." Bly has fewer classes to teach than most of us, as all of them are optional and not open to every year. The younger years don't take torture or anatomy, for example. However, there are a couple of staff members who have a lower workload than him, like Janice Irwin, who takes the Money Laundering and assassination class. She would have been an ideal math teacher, since she's already into math, anyway, but she's always b

“Yes. Yeah. I’m fine.” We entered the class quietly. Most students were already seated. The room was wide, with long tables and glass windows that showed the morning fog outside. We sat at the back. Mira was still talking in whispers beside me. Then the door opened. And everything changed. The room went quiet. No teacher had even arrived yet, but everyone stopped moving. Cassian walked in first. Tall, sharp, deadly. He was wearing black, and his hair was dark and slick. His eyes scanned over the class like he didn't care who we were. He didn't blink. He just walked to the far corner and sat alone.

- The albino blonde woman said. - Okay, I'll do it. - He said. When he went to take a shower, to change, to get her scent off him. At that time, in another place, the teacher, in addition to being a professional assassin, was in her torture room, after arriving home from school, when she began to torture her prisoner, her partner and assistant, listening to their report about the fiery teenager. - Don't let it blow your cover the red-haired Swede said, next to him, she was short.

In fact, she could date Aidan if he wants - at least he would take her mind off the real deal - Roman. She and Aidan walked together until they reached the boys' locker room where they would get dressed and prepare for their first ever combat class since school started according to what she heard as she waited for Aidan to get dressed and come out, it seems their teacher for today would be Mr. Levis and his new assistant. " Hey let's go, everyone's talking about the new assistant," Aidan said as he came out of the locker room. He was only wearing a black tank top and sweatpants.

I said before getting off the bench and dusting my trousers, and for the first time in my life, I got to see Abel smile. We headed back inside and met up with Gerald. He looked between Abel and I before focusing his attention on me. "Hey, you good?" "I’m fine," I answered, pushing past him and heading down the hall. We got to the class just in time to see Jessica and Mason walk to the front of the class to present. The relief they had on their faces was almost comical. We made our presentation and waited for the teacher to make her decision. She had the same blank and unimpressed look she had earlier, and my heart drummed wildly in my chest. She pinned each and every one of us with her void

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.