Assassination Classroom Author Novels & Stories

“So, basically, he wants you to suffer.” I exhaled sharply. Exactly. And the worst part? He was winning. THE HOUR OF EXECUTION The next morning, I walked into class with all the enthusiasm of a condemned prisoner. The room buzzed with quiet conversations, papers shuffling, students murmuring to each other—pretending they weren’t all dreading the inevitable. And at the front of the room, sitting with unshakable composure, was him. Cristiano Wright. His sleeves were rolled up, his glasses perched low on his nose as he flipped through a stack of essays with meticulous precision. The slow, deliberate tap of his fingers against the desk filled the silence. Rhythmic. Inevitable. Counting down.

I told myself I would leave him alone. For now. Because I had other things to focus on. Like my final exams. It felt ridiculous—me, Silvia, an assassin, sitting in a classroom like an ordinary student. Balancing equations, analyzing literature, calculating statistics—all while knowing that outside these walls, I was someone else entirely. Someone deadly. But I never let my two worlds collide. Even when I was covered in blood and my hands were sore from gripping the hilt of a knife too tightly, I still made sure to study.

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

He just uncapped his pen and wrote the date at the top of a clean page like he hadn’t just told me, casually, that he knew exactly how someone had gotten into my room. Like he was saying it had been him. Like he was daring me to do something about it. The bell rang. The rest of the class filed in around us, noise and movement filling the room. I turned to the whiteboard and wrote Lady Lazarus: Stanza V in neat letters, and underneath it, without quite deciding to: I eat men like air. I heard the room go quiet behind me. From the left side of the room, I heard one slow exhale. I didn’t turn around.

Juaqin’s POV I am in an abandoned classroom in Emmanuel High School. I just escaped from prison. I am sitting on the broken teacher’s table while holding a Mini Uzi. Right now, I will do what appears to be unthinkable. I must kill students, teachers, and staff of Emmanuel High School. They should also be miserable, just like me. So, I stood up and left the abandoned classroom. Then, I shot every person I saw dead. Elisa’s POV

••••••••• Lyph lifted her head as she stared at the seemingly normal company building and lamented herself. She took a step as she passed by the security guard who was shrouded by a dangerous aura indicating the fact that he is not an average person. In fact, almost every person working inside the company had an aura of a person who just killed someone. She took the elevator as she tapped the highest floor in which, the boss of the company resided. She glanced at the person on the secretary's desk as the person nodded back then continued the work he was doing. "Mission report."

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.

Assess. The hands on me. They were firm, but… there was a difference. I’d spent years in a world of men; their grips, their shifts in weight, the way they manhandled you. All the people I’d put down had been men. These hands, even through gloves, lacked that… heft. The pressure was distributed differently. Softer bones. Women. An assassin? Doubtful. Their movements were clumsy and were fueled by nervous energy, not cold precision. No, this wasn’t professional. This was personal. They weren’t here to kill me; they wanted to scare me.

But, right now, all I could care about is the fact that our teacher seemed to be acting guilty. “No more questions, Ms. Shin. Class dismissed,” our teacher ordered, before storming out of our classroom. Eun looked at me, and I did too, before I nodded my head then went out of the classroom. I couldn’t help but smile, because it is a great day to catch some bullies. But, are they bullies or killers? Wouldn’t they be considered as killers because they’re one of the reasons why Loisa killed herself? If it weren’t for them, then maybe Loisa is still here. If only they provided her the help she asked for, if only they were kind to her, then maybe, none of these even happened in the first place.