Assassin Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

The coordinator then cleared his throat and looked to the rest of the class. “Hello guys, my name is Damon Hayes, you can call me Mr. Hayes. I'm the new school coordinator and I don't take any shit. If you are trouble, you can say goodbye to this school. If you have any personal problems, talk to your mentor. For class 2c, this will be Ms Melissa here and for class 2d, it will be Mr. Jackson. If you have any problems with the lessons, teachers or the school, you can talk to me. My office is on the top floor, room 1260.” Mr Hayes finished his little speech and I heard an almost old accent in his deep voice. He looked at all the students and when his gaze lingered on me, I felt a buzz of elect

This didn’t go unnoticed to the particular guy leaning over the doorway. The assassin inhaled a deep breath before bursting frantically inside a different room. "Teacher!" She cried. Lei completely lost his balance and stumbled.

Craig Pov I angrily dropped my two fists on the top of my desk. I had already met the assassin but I unintentionally let him go. He was already in front of me but I had no idea that he was the Silent Assassin I had been looking for, for a long time. Maybe he's laughing at me now because of my stupidity. And this idea makes me even angrier.

Of course, his ass would be happy we’re having a literal human-hating monster teaching us this class. A noise caught my attention, turning me back to the front of the classroom just in time to watch Professor Stefan literally throw Mr. Ward out of the classroom as if he were a piece of trash. He walked over to the door and slammed it, blocking out the screams from an now injured Mr. Ward.

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

The young teacher walked straight to the class where she was teaching today, namely the Social Studies class, because based on the results of the teacher's meeting on last Saturday he was decided to become the homeroom teacher for IPS-G which means from now on Risa no longer only teaches mathematics, but also teaches several subjects in that class When he entered the classroom the students there immediately looked at Risa in surprise, making Risa nervous because he thought his students were staring in surprise because they already knew about the woman who slept with Rizal, But her anxiety did not last long when she heard the whispers of those who were protesting because they had entered clas

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

“You’re joking.” “Raina Robert Cole. Spill! Right fucking now.” I sighed. “I might’ve hired someone.” Cassie shrieked. “You did not! Again, I say someone bring back our Raina. This is definitely a clone” Katrina leaned so close to her camera that all I saw was her forehead. “Who’d you hire?” I hesitated and Katrina’s eyes sparked like she had made a huge discovery. “Oh my God, it’s that stripper from the club, right?”

She can not afford to lose. She reaches her assigned classroom and sits herself down, their adviser entering shortly after. "Alright, when your name is called say present. And if I'll have to repeat your name, consider yourself absent." Mr Stevenson, Steven for short, was everyone's favorite teacher. Strict in the classroom, but an entirely different person during break time. He strives to keep his professionalism inside the classroom, but outside of it, he's an acting counsellor, psychologist and father to 3/4 of the campus. Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job.