Assassination Classroom Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Seriously Since Miranda isn't here,am I the next target of business cards I pushed the trolley away after giving him a fake smile I dumped the card into the trashcan not bothering to spare a glance at it to avoid temptation Hahahaha Few minutes to closing Can't wait to see Kel and my best friend also Miranda's POV I put on a baggy trouser and a oversized shirt after having a warm shower Tied my hair into a messy bun and rubbed a little lipstick on my lips I look nice Can't wait to see Mitchelle I walked out of the door and bumped into the jerk I ignored him and walked away despite his stares I sat down on the couch and waited for my best friend Since Kel wasn't around to talk to ,I slotted i

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.

Craig Pov I angrily dropped my two fists on the top of my desk. I had already met the assassin but I unintentionally let him go. He was already in front of me but I had no idea that he was the Silent Assassin I had been looking for, for a long time. Maybe he's laughing at me now because of my stupidity. And this idea makes me even angrier.

Bruce was the closest person Klick could come to call a kindred friend. >> This is a sponsored line break. Premium content for Time Cross Academy from USD1 monthly only on P@treon. << Amanda didn’t want to be here but Asahina reminded her that there was an important matter to be resolved in the morning regarding the bat assassin. Hence, she yawned at her desk while sipping on freshly brewed coffee instead of her usual tea. Three students stood before her with different expressions. Carlos flinched when she called out to him first. Bruce didn’t look too concerned about his punishment. Instead, he constantly shot death glares at the cheetah while casting looks of silent concern to his small be

Jessica remarked, not noticing that instead of coming in from the front of the class he came in at the student entrance and was standing right behind her. “Jessica Steel scored the highest for the first essay,” he said and deliberately touched her shoulder before dropping her essay onto her table. ‘MATE,’ Jessica felt ripping through her soul and looked up at Mr. Lestat. Mr. Lestat moved on to give Ann her essay back and continued to hand out the rest of the class. ‘What happened to me?’ Jessica wondered, having no memory of the weekend. The last thing she remembered was that she collapsed in pain thinking she was going to die in the bathroom.

room to collect assignments for the class. I stepped into the classroom, my eyes searching for my Princess. I smiled at her, she's sitting at the last desk with Anu. She gave me a flying kiss, Anu chuckled, I shook my head. The difficult task of my life is to teach the class when she's presented there. I can't take off my eyes from her, she makes me forget everything. She hypnotises me through her bewitching black eyes. I asked one of the students to distribute the assignments to all the students. Now everybody will do the assignments and I'll admire my Princess.

Her first kill was almost her last. A tall lanky boy named Bobby made the mistake of smiling at Cybill from across the room in Algebra class. Her eyes zoned in on his body, she knew from his build that she could easily take him down. For the remainder of the class, Cybill kept her eyes glued on her prey, watching his every move. When the class was over, she sprung into action, darting across the room to Bobby’s side. Cybill made small talk with him across campus, luring her first victim back to her dorm.

Then I reached the balcony of Lena’s room and shattered the glass doors with my shoulder, glass raining down on the carpet like diamonds. In the center of the dark space, an assassin in black leather had Lena pinned against the heavy oak wardrobe. One of his hands was crushed against her throat, and she was clawing at him, her face turning a ghastly shade of pale. In his other hand, he held a silver dagger raised high for a killing blow. Despair, cold and heavy, washed over me. I was on the other side of the room. My body was weak, my senses dimmed by undernourishment. I knew, with a sickening certainty, that I would not be fast enough.