Assassination Classroom Author Novels & Stories

But, today would still be not much different — in the case of classes that is — as the students hesitatingly awaited the lesson plans that the Rozbite's teacher association will taught to them. Instead of the normal classes of math and literature, the students were taught murder, mayhem, crime cases, and cracking cipher codes. Yeah, real shit, it was certainly not what most would consider a regular school day, huh? Ruby thought, as she warily stepped into the chamber, mind and perceptions blown out with a sense of morbid curiosity as she begrudgingly opened a classroom door that corresponds to the directions that her student map pertains about — Class 3: Chambers of Macabre.

If I were to give an example, stuffs like explosions, perhaps— it would’ve killed me. I wonder if he’s suggesting this on purpose just to pull a prank on me… It must be it. Thus, I wore my uniform and head to the classroom, which is to the second door at the bottom right corner of my room (viewing the floor plan from the perspective of the lift), the door is connected to the classroom. By the way, the second door had an authorisation lock same as the entrance door, unlike the first door. This means I’m the only person who could unlock the door from the classroom and the entrance.

I asked excitedly, starting to walk alongside Victor. "Depending on how your mental, physical and spiritual energy is," Victor replied, letting me get into the elevator first. I nodded, and we chatted some more, and then he left me in front of the classroom. Skyler and Sebastian were there, waiting for me to go to class. I honestly thought I was going to enjoy the class, but it was very boring because Skyler soon showed me the first book that told me about the houses, but it's very boring, there are bibliographies, as well as lots of names and lots of different titles, changing titles in between.

People thought killing was loud and always required spilling blood. It didn’t . If you knew how the body worked, all you needed was timing, pressure, and the right conversation. And I was about to initiate the right conversation. Raina’s dad leaned right beside me at the edge of the terrace, one hand resting on the railing, the other wrapped around a glass he hadn’t finished. His breathing was steady—for now. “You don’t look like you enjoy crowds,” he said. “I don’t,” I replied.

Reality seemed to snap back into place. Professor Voss suddenly became aware of the room around him. Of dozens of eyes watching his every reaction. His expression tightened immediately. He released my wrist so quickly it felt as if he'd touched fire. His gaze swept across the classroom. Too many witnesses. Way too many. His jaw clenched. "Class dismissed." Nobody moved. Nobody even blinked. Because that wasn't normal. Professor Voss had never dismissed a class early in his life. One of the assistants looked just as shocked as everyone else.

I caressed her hair and chuckled, "You know I kick people when I get hurt!" Meggay stared at me blankly but looked away before folding her book and putting the book in my Vanity table. I stared at the book reading 'Who is the traitor?' She was looking at the title in her book before looking at us, "In that book, The classroom consists of 20 people and one of them is the murderer, they have to find the murderer in 20 days or all of them are going to die, they put five suspects gather in the one room, and try to interrogate them, one of them tells that he didn't know what is happening, the second one denies the truth because he was with some of his friends in their dorms, the third one is not

Amid the scattered papers and crumpled textbooks, the stark inscription on the school badge shone clearly into her mind, a final, damning piece of evidence: Ninth Grade, Class Five, Skylar Vance. The master assassin, whose mind had once handled lethal complexity and unimaginable pressure, was utterly, brutally blindsided by this temporal catastrophe. “Hey, Skylar Vance! Who gave you permission to stand? Get down on your knees, now!” A high-pitched, childish voice, dripping with pure, unearned entitlement, ripped through the silence of her shock.

“Yes. Yeah. I’m fine.” We entered the class quietly. Most students were already seated. The room was wide, with long tables and glass windows that showed the morning fog outside. We sat at the back. Mira was still talking in whispers beside me. Then the door opened. And everything changed. The room went quiet. No teacher had even arrived yet, but everyone stopped moving. Cassian walked in first. Tall, sharp, deadly. He was wearing black, and his hair was dark and slick. His eyes scanned over the class like he didn't care who we were. He didn't blink. He just walked to the far corner and sat alone.

I demanded an explanation for what had occurred aggressively. "According to my own findings, there was a third person involved who murdered our assassin while saving Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace," he said again. "The task was so easy to murder that bastard but you can't do it correctly!!" I flung away the glass I was drinking in front of the man next to me. " I chastised him for his poor performance. “It wasn’t me who fail-“I didn’t let him finish his words and stood up in front of him,

Ashley looked around to make sure no one heard Maggie. “This isn’t something I am happy about, okay? I’m a murderer.” “No! You should be happy. If you didn’t kill him, then he would have killed you without thinking twice.” Ashley sighed and nodded. “I know, I just need time to believe that. Not all of them are evil though.” Before Maggie could respond, the door opened and their history lecturer walked in with lot of question papers in his hand. “Good day class, we would be having a quick test today… pass this to the back.” He instructed, placing the question booklets on the table of the students in front.