Assassination Classroom Fanfic Novels & Stories

He fucked me for the rest of the lecture period, switching to my ass near the end and filling me with another load before dismissing the class. “Stay after, Miss Bennett,” he said casually as students filed out. As soon as the door closed, four elite male students who had lingered behind stepped forward. Voss smiled. “She’s all yours until your next class. Make sure she’s very… motivated to study.” They didn’t hesitate. They bent me over the desk and ran a train on me for the full forty minutes between classes. One after another, they slammed into my pussy and ass, using my mouth and hands while Voss watched and graded papers.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ WHEN I MET HIM ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~CHRIS'S POV~★✐✐★ I removed my hand, holding his chin, and left him alone. Then walked away from him, I felt my heart pulse pulsating fast, and I felt happy seeing his face. I hope he can be my classmate so that I can protect him. I heard that our school separated into scholar and éclat. Scholars are guys who enrolled in our school with high remarks and passed the more arduous examination than the one éclats took.

" After that, Sean immediately left for Beverly High School. Fortunately, it was Saturday, and school was out. Therefore, there were no students or teachers in the school. The assassinator took Blake to the fourth floor of Building A. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she had fallen unconscious. Although the explosion hadn't harmed Blake directly, it had still had some impact on her. The assassin was an Orwallian man. He was robust and had a three-inch-long centipede-like scar on the left side of his face, which made him look ferocious. He stared at the unconscious Blake. There was murderous intent lingering in his blue eyes.

I said as I watched them leave. "The dark haired girl is the girl from earlier in the hallway and her name is Kara while the other brown skin girl is Alyssa, the one who came out to help Kara." "I saw the way Alyssa called you Leo just now, do you have something with her?" I teased as we walked out of the classroom. "What no-" He stopped talking when he hit someone. "Did everyone return blind this year?!" A rude familiar voice thundered. "I didn't see, I just walked out the door and-"

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.

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.

Saw her knees hit the stone when my power crushed her will. I felt her fear through the bond (sharp, bright, alive) and I couldn’t stop it. She’s Ice. The assassin sent to kill me. I should’ve let him finish it. But I didn’t. I stood there while he locked her away, and every link of silver that snapped around her wrists felt like it snapped around my own heart. Despair. And his pleasure. He laughed inside my skull. Soft. Satisfied. I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t.

AURELIAN’s POV I slipped back into the empty classroom and closed the door behind me. My heart was still racing from the pool. From Tavian’s whispered words. From the way his hand had wrapped around my wrist. “Stop thinking about it.” I scolded myself. I crossed to my seat and sat down. The classroom was quiet. Peaceful. Most students had gone to the cafeteria. I pulled out my notebook and pretended to review my notes. But my mind was elsewhere, calculating my next move.

He removed his long coat. I took a step forward, gripping the table. Assassin placed his long coat over my shoulders. He picked me up, "Thank you, Assassin," Tears welled down my eyes. I glanced at Duante through the corners of my eyes. He grabbed the wooden chair. He arched his arm in full anger and annoyance grasping the chair. Assassin turned into the hallway. I heard a loud noise shattering the mirror. I closed my eyes, making the remaining tears fall. The tears continued to spill down.