Assassination Classroom Fanfic Novels & Stories

Alina didn't look like she was awake. Poor thing. Kaycee entered the room, long gone was that playful girl that I saw at dinner. She was one of my top assassins for a reason. Walking up to Alina, she grabbed her by the hair and placed her fingers on her nose before twisting. Alina's eyes shot open and the blood poured out of her nose and she let out a painful scream Taking my seat on the opposite end of the table, Kaycee walked over and stood behind me with her arms crossed.

it was downright scary " Geez men, that's going to take a while to heal. I only said what we were all thinking, why do you have to go and react so violently? crazy son of a b****" " the next time you try doing something like that, I'll snap your neck instead " Ashton hissed out. he walked past Dylan towards Kira. " come on, we are leaving " he had just wanted to spend the rest of his day sleeping. if it hadn't been for Shane who had forced him to come to class today then he would have done just that. this whole incident had just annoyed him even further, if he didn't leave now he might end up killing that stupid asshole. to hell with classes. it's better to just go to the cafeteria and get s

I am already pulling Anne out of the courtyard. “Leave me alone, you psycho!” Anne screams as I drag her along the hallway, students glance at us but I nod as if to tell them ‘All is well, folks, mind your damn business.’ When I see a slightly open, empty classroom, I push it open and we enter. Tightening the knob, I lean against the teacher’s desk, wiping my palm against my face. “What in the hell was that for?” Anne asks, rubbing her hands together. “Girlfriend?! Seriously. You better go back there and tell your ex that I am not your freaking girlfriend.”

“Oh, Hannah, come on. He is a fresh meat for God's sake. Just tell him.“ I felt sorry for him. We were his kind just a year ago! Like it was yesterday, I entered this hallway with Hannah holding each other by hands, hoping we will make out of this mess where not just students, but the professors is trying to find classrooms. It seems like Hannah remembered that too because her face softened. “Write down. -A- means the classroom is in right way. -B- means left. From 01 till 05 is basement. We are having bunch of dead guys there on which we practice. “ She giggled when she saw how he looked at her when she mentioned dead bodies. She continued to talk and that hot nerdy guy started writing it a

There was no one there, the screams were coming from some classroom. "Damn you, if they touch Anne I won't be able to resist, Kayler, I'll turn." He sputtered. "No. What do you want, to lose Anne by not telling her the truth? Carolina would get the same way." I told him. "You know we don't need to convert to get rid of them." We went up the stairs and I peeked into the hallway, the screams were still going on, shit, where are they? We walked at a determined pace through the classrooms, until the screams could be heard closer. They were in Carolina's classroom.

“Since you wanted to be Daddy so badly… we shall settle the score tonight. And we’ll see, once we’re in bed, who will be the one calling who Daddy.” With that, he strode out of the classroom. Behind us, the clueless students screamed in excitement over what they thought was an affectionate whisper. “That’s so sweet!” “He whispers sweet nothings to his girlfriend! I ship this relationship so hard!” Listening to the cheers, I closed my eyes in absolute despair because only I knew that tonight, I was truly, absolutely, dead.

After scanning the tokens, she then said, “Strange enough, late comers, your trio is allotted to the same classroom. There's a recruited teacher for that class, so you better put out your best. He's not yet in class, so you're quite fortunate. Class 192. Fourth floor. We nodded and thanked her, before hurrying to the hallway. We didn't dare take the stairs for fear of increasing our lateness, so we joined a group of students heading for the fourth floor, in an elevator. Jessica whispered to me. “I'm kinda nervous.” I nodded, noticing my own heartbeat. “Me too.” “Well why?” she asked. “Well, because I'm not such an outstanding cultivator,” I replied, stretching emphasis on “cultivator”. She r

"My friend is in love." "It’s just a fantasy," I whispered. But my heart knew better. The final period dragged under the weight of the afternoon sun. Dust floated in golden light. Mr. Pringle’s voice faded into a distant hum. My eyelids grew heavy. The glow in my skin pulsed—warm, rhythmic—pulling me under. Sleep took me. The classroom door slammed open. A violent bang—like a gunshot. I jerked awake. The room was silent. Mr. Pringle stood frozen, tea halfway to his mouth.

If there was more time, he’d bend her over one of the desks in the classroom and spank her arse red whilst he rammed himself into her, he thought as he handed her back her books, intoxicated by her scent, by her eyes and her shyness. Their fingers brushed and her eyes widened, her cheeks paled. If he had ever wondered what the meaning was to the word “recoiled”, it was answered as she sucked in a breath and stepped back. “Wrong classroom, Mr Edison,” the teacher commented as he passed by into the room. The girl, Aislen, followed, casting a look over her shoulder as if she feared that Cameron would pursue and savage her. “What the f-k?” Cameron was unsettled by the sudden fall of ice between