Assassin Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

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.

She huffed, “all self taught. I never had anyone to ask to learn from or such. I only learned what I was able, while on the run. Before then I couldn’t even read anything or do much math. What difference does that make?” Wolferan spoke, “it doesn’t. I was just surprised by it. Most who never were taught never could read to begin. I never learned until someone sat down and taught me. It makes me wonder if you had been taught, would you have been a scholar instead of an assassin.” Leanunya looked at him, “I doubt it would have made much difference.”

"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." "Each class is overseen by a teacher who is proficient in that class's combat style and will help you utilize your abilities to their full strength. Each teacher will step up and call forth the name of the students assigned under them, starting first with Professor Nox." Professor Bain pointed to a frail and handsome young-looking man with gentle features who stepped up and shyly waved to the crowd of students. Some of the girls who saw his appearance co

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

So why couldn’t he find her? The bell rang and they filed out, and the scent thinned and faded, and he was left standing at the front of an empty classroom feeling like a man who’d been handed a map with no legend. He taught two more classes — CP English, then standard — and by the end of the day his patience was fraying at the edges. The work didn’t help. Mrs. Dipalma had apparently been teaching essay writing as a kind of paint-by-numbers exercise, and the results were exactly what that suggested. Competent. Formulaic. Dull. He moved through the stack quickly, marking as he went, and was halfway through the AP essays before something made him slow down.

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.

They threw sharp, unfriendly glances her way, but Claudia ignored them completely, focusing on the teacher instead. “You— the new student,” the teacher called gently, pointing at her. “Please come forward and introduce yourself.” Claudia stood. “My name is Claudia Jackson,” she said simply. “Nice to meet you all.” Then she returned to her seat. A loud hiss broke the calm. Tina. The teacher paused briefly, then continued as if nothing had happened. “Today’s topic focuses on recent events in Italy,” she began. The class grew attentive. “There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.”

I exclaimed. "I don't think the school will permit me to do that. But it does sound fun to do" The instructor said. "When I meant by the right teacher is, I'd be assigning someone to help to train and guide you." I relaxed at his words. I was getting a personal trainer. I wondered if I fought that poorly. "Okay," I nodded excitedly, wondering who he was going to assign. "I'll ask my class' best student to help you," The instructor said and my smile faltered. The classes beat the students. A part of me hoped it wasn't who I thought it was, however I felt myself freeze when the Instructor called Asher.

I was disgusted by their words and looked at David who was staring at the group of boys. They both made their way to the back of the room sitting in the corner, but the looks continued. At last a short but huge man walked in, and Gabriel followed. "Good morning class. As most of you remember me, I'm Wilson Adamson, a calculus teacher. Most of you understand that under certain circumstances, a-alpha Gabriel will supervise certain classes and, yes, our class." He said, looking at the crowd of children, smiling nervously, before looking at the man who was radiating power.

As I nodded, we walked away from there to get to our classroom. Upon entering the room, we sat down in the front while I kept moving my legs in nervousness wondering if he would actually kill me for just slapping his face when suddenly I saw my to-be murderer, Zayn walking inside the classroom with Eric and some other guys. He looked at me with his eyes still filled with rage and I immediately looked down to try to ignore his look. He walked towards my row and I gulped and breathed heavily but as he walked past me to get to the back of the class, I took a sigh of relief and waited for Mr. Liam to enter the class.