Assassination Classroom Author Novels & Stories

While his killer gets away with it. Lucas’s parents had taken his death in good faith but not I, Roxette Bennett. His killer would pay, in many ways than one. I slipped into the classroom early, choosing a seat in the second row, directly in front of the lectern. I wanted to be close enough to catch every word, every expression. Despite the chatter as the room started to clutter, my gaze remained fixed on the door as if I would miss the moment she walked in if I as much as shook.

“Damn, that was cold.” Vanessa giggled. “You just got shot down.” I didn’t even break stride, a small, confident smile curling on my lips. “That wasn’t a shot down. That was the beginning of the game.” Later That Day – AP Literature The afternoon sun cut sharp through the tall windows, striping the classroom floor in gold. Mahogany desks lined up like soldiers, the scent of old books clinging to the air. Everything about this school whispered legacy—polished, rehearsed, expensive.

He didn't give him a chance to respond before firing his gun at the center of his head in one smooth shot. Blood leaked from the hole on his head onto the shiny black tiles of Darius’ office. The instructions were not needed before the men took him away and the cleaning crew dashed in to take care of the mess. “Ah Alina! Come, come forward.” Darius waved for her to move closer to him seated behind the dark brown and white mahogany desk.

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

Dante followed me out of the auditorium the second Thorne dismissed the class for a brief intermission. We pushed through the double doors, bypassing the crowded main hallway and slipping into an empty, glass-walled study room near the back of the building. I locked the door immediately, dropping my messenger bag onto the conference table and bracing my hands against the edge. The adrenaline from the public confrontation finally peaked, sending a rushing sensation through my ears. We had just survived a carefully crafted assassination attempt on our academic careers, successfully turning the entire room against the person who orchestrated the attack. Dante dropped his jacket onto a chair and

"Look at the dark energy around you. The moment you walk into the classroom, it feels like we're standing in a morgue." "Professor Mason was perfectly healthy! If you hadn't been drawing those gloomy, twisted things every single day, how could he have suddenly died?" I sat frozen in my seat, trembling from head to toe as overwhelming pain swallowed me whole. It felt as if all the strength had been drained from me. The accusations and curses kept coming. Suddenly, I snatched up the books they'd thrown at me and hurled them right back. "Yes, I killed him! Go ahead and report me!"

“This is unbelievable. Mira Ashford is complaining about studying. The world is ending.” “Trust me, if you saw the assignment Gray gave me, you’d understand.” At the mention of his name, something changed in her expression immediately. She grabbed my arm and pointed toward our classroom with the excitement of someone who had just discovered buried treasure. “Speaking of Gray, have you looked inside yet?” I frowned. “Look inside what?” “The classroom.” Curious despite myself, I followed her gaze. The moment my eyes landed on the room, I immediately understood what she meant.

We pull up to the hidden apartment on the outskirts of town, hidden beneath a warehouse we infiltrate the area, pushing doors open and finally landing at the door My heart pounds in my chest, this is it, this is the person we have been looking for, finally, we can be free from his clutches My anger builds in anticipation as we push the door down, and my blood runs cold immediately at the sight as we enter the apartment The assassin is lying on the floor, dead, with a bullet in between his eyes, blood pooling around his head, and running down the wooden floorboards. My heart races, my fingers clenched into fists in anger at the sight as I pick up the single piece of paper on the floor, sealed

Victor said, huffing. “Unless mystery girl somehow wanders into my classroom and thrusts her bleeding arm in my face, I think it’s safe to say there will be no fucking overs.” I said, leaving the house. I couldn’t have jinxed myself harder if I tried because that very same morning, there she was, in my classroom, where I could hear her heart beating out of her chest and the same blood my existence longed for pulsing chaotically through her veins. Nothing else mattered after that, not even where I was. I blinked once and the class was empty. I blinked again, and there was someone screaming.

I need to know if she was a fucking bitch who would kill to keep her man or not. Getting to the school driveway and my usual spot where I parked my car on a daily basis, I killed the engine and then stepped out to the classroom. The classroom was so chaotic today. I mean, this was Professor Dawn’s class. A tutor in psychology. Everyone loves him. They adored his teaching cause it's always educative, interactive, and filled with students’ brainstorming questions that even a president will dodge. After class, I was able to get in contact with Vera, who smiled and flaunted her body when she saw me.