Assassin Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

Someone had a sense of humor. I knew I was going back to school for my teacher who was wrapped around Steven’s fat finger. She would pay for letting him use her classroom to molest me. I got to the school and for a moment I hesitated going into the old stone building with the banner the cheerleaders made for the upcoming football game. I crept into the school and went upstairs to her classroom. Jay saw me in the school. I never told him about the teacher. He decided to follow me after seeing me and ended following me to her classroom. He didn't walk in with me. He lingered behind and stayed out of sight. I had no idea he was recording what were saying. She laughed when she saw me. She eve

We all knew he was dangerous. Mr. Caleb wore the Rochester teacher approved clothing which was a suit and tie. The female teachers had knee-length granny skirts or dresses. The colors weren’t black and white but they were always drab earth tones. Only Miss Bianchi, the Home-Ec teacher, bucked the system with some killer heels from time to time. Mr. Caleb did not buck the system. He was someone you did not mess with. Sometimes, with some people, it was unwritten and still everyone knew. I called it the killer vibe. The students dubbed Civics, Killer 101, years before I came to Rochester. From Maria’s inside info, I would find out over the next few months why Mr. Caleb taught this class. I was

FML. “But how did you get caught, sis ? I can’t imagine anyone finding out what you did ?” he asked. He look so perplexed because except for the Stone family and a few trusted warriors of our pack, no one had been able to figure out the culprit of my high profile assassination assignments till date. Not to toot my horn but I was that good. “The new teacher threatened that he won’t overturn our punishment given by the previous teacher if the culprit did not step out and for the sake of the class, I confessed,” I replied to Kai’s question in a small voice and started sobbing again. I am so pathetic. Someone just kill me.

Then, the history class teacher slowly opened the door and walked into the classroom. It was a history class. The teacher was a young girl in her early twenties. Her name was Alisha Walls, and she was one of the popular teachers in the school. Alisha held a stack of papers in her hand as she said, "Everyone, return to your seats. We're going to have a test today." Fred and his followers exchanged looks before they returned to their seats. Even though Teacher Alisha was young, she was strict. The students dared not disobey her.

Madelyn discreetly set aside the romance novel disguised as a math textbook and nervously walked out of the classroom. Outside, she asked, "Did you need something from me?" Kayley Kempson, a woman in her forties wearing glasses, was the homeroom teacher for Class One. However, due to Jasmine's unavailability, she also assisted in managing Class Six as the assistant homeroom teacher. "I heard from Ms. Manning that you're considering transferring to a different class?" Kayley inquired. Madelyn nodded, saying, "Yes, Ms. Kempson."

I smiled then lay down beside him. Aris looked at me... "in my own defence, you were an assassin... so it won't be a surprise if you had a lot of exposure and I'm also sure, you must have had a lot of trainings and how to be the perfect assassin. So yeah, this is the only reason why you got to the top of the Mountain before me." "You know Aris you should just accept defeat and stop trying to make yourself better at the expense of me. I won you and that is it." I said happily hitting Arris squarely on his shoulder.

Nina said, trying to drag her away in order to avoid anything bad happening, but she yanked her hand away and turned to the class. "Who let this jerk into the classroom? How the heck did he got here?" She yelled angrily, and they all started scratching their head, while murmuring. "Are you all dead, huh?" She snapped angrily, pointing at them one after the other as her blood boiled in anger. "He's our new acting PE teacher, monitor." They said, and she scoffed unbelievably, like what the heck are they saying? A light chuckle tore through her throat, as she glanced at Raymond and back to the pupils.

That man is more of a father than a teacher despite being incredibly annoying at times. ("Eh? How come you live in the Slums then?" Titus Crowley, aged twelve, pouted.) (Nash Skinner flicked the young boy on the forehead, causing the blond to yelp in pain. "Why did you do that?") (The former hitman ignored the shrill voice and calmly pointed to a brunette who heaved a heavy basket of silk. "Look at Serra. You have spoken to her before. Is she terrible at Math?")

likr she had just seen redemption. Her face changed into a sad one and tears spilled on her cheeks. I pulled her closer and I hugged her. I felt my left breast get moist from her tears. She grabbed my Jacket before she cleaned her eyes and looked up at me. "An assassin never cries," She repeated the same words I say to her whenever she killed one of the men I asked her to. "Sometimes, they have to let it out when it's getting tough," I said to her as a tear drop fell from her left eyes.

I whimpered when the door slammed and I hurriedly stepped away from it lest people started turning their necks to look at the fool that had decided to drop the door so loud. "Real strong, Miss Thatcher." I heard and I turned my head to see Quinnel smirking at me. "Don't try me, Mister Ashford." I replied with a look mirroring his. He chuckled and we proceeded into the main school. I saw the twins home room teacher who I guess must be Caspian's as well since they were in the same class. "There is their home room teacher." I said pointing at her and Quinnel nodded. "I know. I've seen her before." He replied and we made her way to her.