Assassin Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

Knowing he couldn't continue like this, Kelvin stood up and walked to the window letting the breeze calm him down, but the more he tried to calm down, the more agitated he was. Knowing there was no other option than to find a solution to his problem, he bit his lip and then picked up his phone to make a call… “Hey, Mana, can you come to the classroom? Come alone.” He ordered. After waiting for about 10 minutes, a curvy girl walked in from the outside. She wasn't wearing a uniform like a student but a proper shirt and trousers. She is the teaching assistant who came for training. She walked in and smiled nervously at Kelvin, but was met with his indifferent face as he nodded his head at the d

Well all the assasins he had in the room at the moment were all psychopaths who takes joy in their trade. The appearance of Freckles at the weapon room where Lightning was about to exist startled the both assassins but it was Lightning who was the first to react and before the scrawny killer with a lot of freckles could react his throw was slit and left to fall to the ground with a fixed shock expression.

He is a man of no nonsense and he taught his underlings as such. "This is the Weapon Wielding class and I am your teacher. You can call me Teacher Radcliffe off class, but in class, you have to call me Sir. I have no use for names in my class. And in my class, everything goes my way. Understood?!" Radcliffe yelled. His entire demeanor screams killer teacher. But Jai understood that this person had been in the military before. So Jai acted how officers acted towards their superiors just like in the movies.

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.

This was not going to be good. “Welcome to your first shifting class,” The woman said. “I am Professor Adera Valencia. I will be your teacher.” She gestured to Kairos. “I’m sure you all know Mr. Moonraiser. He’s a third year student who has mastered the art of shifting. He will be the teaching assistant for this class.” Oh, god. Kairos was going to be instructing me. He was trying to kill me and he was my fucking teacher. I squirmed where I stood and Kairos caught my eye. He grinned, so salacious and sadistic, and I thought about running once again.

“It's compulsory. All classes are, and we're currently behind schedule. Let's go.” She gripped my hand while I managed to grip the backpack lying on the couch. We arrived in class, and I slipped into the seat next to Clara. “Who's teaching this one again? It's a new subject,” Someone in front whispered. “I learnt one of the school prodigies, recently appointed to be a professor,” another said, his voice dropping lower. “Apparently, this is meant to be a redemption for him after she died–” The door clicked open, and a hush fell in the class. Then he walked in.

"Thank God our class is not like science one, we got a killer teacher, ahhaah." Raisa chuckled remembering Bela's cheerful face when she saw the name of the new teacher who was going to be the teacher in their class for the first semester of XII IPA 2. Who doesn't like to get a good teacher, especially in subjects that make your brain nervous. Mathematics. Raisa slowed her steps because her class was visible up close. His friend's voice came out, he knocked on the door before entering. Her friend was immediately surprised to think she was Mrs. Jasmine.

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.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

I nod, “Since I have to be visible, I’ll assign myself to their tables and make vague comments. But we have to give them a chance to get me alone and allow them to strike.” He nods. “That’s why we need everyone to come in and plan this carefully.” As soon as he walks away, my mind keeps spinning with possible plans. There are so many things to consider. Within the hour, every Assassin within the vicinity is once again sitting at the conference table. I look around with amazement; Priest, Corbin, Dragon, Stryker, Cameron, Jaxon’s niece, Valkyrie, a Scotsman who is ironically named Scotty, Phanthom and Heathen join our group. Phantom is the strong, quiet type, while Heathen is a loud, rugged c