Assassin Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

Before I could say another word, she scurried off, her hips swaying back and forth in that tight skirt she was wearing. I licked my lips in anticipation of lifting that skirt up and diving into her sweet heat. Julissa’s POV The tingles from Ashton’s touch were almost unbearable. I couldn’t pay attention at all in class. I found my next class and sat down; thankful we had different classes this period. I peeked at his schedule and ran away. How pathetic, my plan was going to fail at this rate. Our teacher, Mr. Kent, looked younger than most of the teachers I’ve seen. If I had to guess, I’d say he was fresh out of college. He had a nice smile, and I could tell that a lot of the she-wolves were

“I’ve been giving you time again and again to pay up. Now, you’re threatening us of calling the police. Now, you just don’t want to play fair. The Banker was not happy about and sent us here to teach you a lesson.” “Ten seconds,” Zach called out. “Walters, get ready to take a shot.” Moments later there was a high-emitting sound heard as well as smoke inside the gym as SWAT had already thrown in some distraction device and had barged in from the different doors. Alex aimed and took a shot, hitting one man on his right shoulder, making him drop the rifle that he is holding. She took another shot and this time hitting the leader in the abdomen. Screams could be heard from the students at the co

“Seriously, three minutes? Maybe her only skill is spreading her legs.” I’d never played chess before. I only knew the basic rules and names of the pieces, which I learned in this very class. Yet they acted as if I were some idiot. Oh, for God’s sake. My teacher’s gaze was cold. “You need to study harder, Anastasia. Strategy is required for every step you take in life.” As if I’d ever graduate from here and actually want to become an assassin. No way. What kind of life is that, always hunting or being hunted, never belonging anywhere, never feeling anything? To me, being an assassin sounded utterly miserable.

This is all so confusing, because if the male teacher wasn’t shown on the video, then how did Jada and the others know that it was that professor who the victim had sex with? Mr. George Wilson. That was the teacher’s name, and it says here that he’s still teaching here and there’s a high possibility that I might even attend his class. I gasped out loud at that fact, because I saw how his subject was Math. God! I hate math, and I already hate our teacher there.

I shot him an annoyed look and said, "He's just a math teacher." Antoninus disagreed, "But he's dangerous." How could a teacher be dangerous? Was he going to kill someone with math problems? I angrily pulled my hand out of his grip and rubbed my sore wrist. Antoninus wanted to say something more, but when he looked behind me, he fell silent.

Asshole better. Mr. Asshole mutters some incoherent words before carrying on with his lesson. After like, literally one second, Mr. Asshole sprints out of the classroom mysteriously without saying a single word. The whole class seems to be caught in some sort of trance, just everyone gaping at each other. And then all hell breaks loose. I have no idea what just happened because that was really confusing.

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“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

I shook my head and increased my pace, trying to keep up with Edwin's long strides as he turned left. Soon enough, we were standing in front of a black mahogany door. He knocked on the door and waited. "Come in." A deep and low voice answered from inside. Shivers wracked my whole body and cleared my throat for the hundredth time this morning. The voice held so much authority and masculinity. "Alright, Miss Kayla. You may go in now. Mr. Marcello is ready to see you," Edwin announced, and I swallowed. Hard. I nodded my head and thanked him.

The voices were gone and I hope the voices never come back. Carrying our bags and wearing almost the same clothes. Jeans, shirts, and sneakers we went inside to attend our class. We passed at the back so that we would not disturb the class. I sat at the vacant chair and he sat beside me. Sir Ross is our documentary Professor and I think he is just ten years ahead of us. He is a new teacher. Young and cool but strict in class.