Assassination Classroom Isogai Novels & Stories

“He suddenly wants to meet with all the skilled assassins of the Nameless.” I frown. “Which means whoever he wants us to kill this time is a big shot.” “Exactly,” she explains. She stops at the entrance to Hades’ chambers, giving me a tight smile. “Well, good luck,” she waves. I nod. Hades sits on his chair, looking all high and mighty with that snarl on his face. He locks eyes with me the second I walk in—and so do the other assassins. Realizing I got here late, I lower my head, feeling everyone’s gaze on me.

They threw sharp, unfriendly glances her way, but Claudia ignored them completely, focusing on the teacher instead. “You— the new student,” the teacher called gently, pointing at her. “Please come forward and introduce yourself.” Claudia stood. “My name is Claudia Jackson,” she said simply. “Nice to meet you all.” Then she returned to her seat. A loud hiss broke the calm. Tina. The teacher paused briefly, then continued as if nothing had happened. “Today’s topic focuses on recent events in Italy,” she began. The class grew attentive. “There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.”

At least Lai did not murder any living thing in the classroom. We both walk back to the front corridor and hand the keys to the staff room. After that, the lady teacher with a mysterious glint in her voice approaches us. Maybe the interview is over. "So, how was it? Did you like the class, Miss Sharma?" She stares at her in high hopes.

POV: Mira The classroom exploded into chaos. Students were screaming. Some jumped out of their chairs. Some pushed toward the door. Others climbed on desks trying to see what had happened. Within seconds the entire classroom was packed. Students from the hallway were already squeezing through the door and windows, trying to look inside. Everyone wanted to see. Because right in the middle of the classroom floor— Kevin was lying there. Not moving. Blood spreading slowly across his shirt. Bella had dropped to the floor beside him.

Saachi opened her mouth to say something but immediately looked down when noticed professor gawking at us. The professor kay taught us metabolism, he was dark, short in his late 50s. Although he appeared angry but he reminded me of MARIO (a character in game). "Happy belated birthday" chirped carol looking at me. I smiled widely .Few others wished me too, after lecture was over. "Its so hot in here" said Afreen looking at saachi. "Yeah, this classroom sucks. Can't they install few more fans in here" said Kevin from behind. He was sitting behind me with Carol.

, I heard him say KATE POV We were inside our room with my boys holding a gun loaded with bullets with yoo sung This is the time to eliminate the first person, we need to give them a surprise attack they will never heal or wake up from, I gave a wicked smirked Yoo sung was busying lighting his cigarette inside his mouth " yoo sung, I called him, it's time, he brought a coin as I brought out the pictures of alex family to be assassinated on the table It's time to toss the coin up, whomever it falls on it's going to be the first person that we are going to assassinate

“Mind if I join you?” “Of course,” Isabella said immediately. Mila slid into the seat across from us, looking relieved. “I was starting to think everyone here already had their own groups.” I pointed my fork toward the food. “At least the food likes us.” Mila laughed softly. “If this is breakfast, I’m scared of lunch.” I took my first bite and nearly sighed. Maybe waking up early wasn’t the worst thing in the world. ***** Inside the classroom hall, rows of individual workstations stretched across the room. Mannequins stood beside some of them, silent and waiting.

And as soon as she heard, footsteps nearing towards the room, she immediately closed the diary, placed it in the drawer and laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Back in the university days, she and Amna has created this secret code wording and she never thought it will help her in this way. 'Do you remember the classroom 312 of our campus?' That classroom 312 actually held alot of secrets that was just between them and a third person who has died and was six feet down the ground.

I could move my hand! I wasn’t tied and I wasn’t in some basement with a leaking pipe and dead rotten rodents!!! My eyes greedily took in the view in front of me. With everything that I took in my eyes widened another fraction to the point I believed they would pop out of their socket. Damn. One thing was for sure it’s not the Isyanov’s that caught me. They are never this hospitable with their welcome. But the whole room was fu*king pink! Like a Barbie room! Even the décor was like a 10-year-old Barbie+Pink obsessed lassie! Damn! Did I get in the hands of a psycho, who wants to fulfill his Barbie fantasies?!

'I stole your girlfriend back then, you little c*ckstain, and this time I'll ruin you just as thoroughly! - Logan walked steadily toward the classroom. From the outside, the students appeared to be sitting upright, their expressions solemn, their chests puffed out, and their posture impeccable. It could easily be mistaken for a model class in the academy, showcasing extraordinary discipline, rather than a class where they battled an entire legion of hell. Even their textbooks were neatly open in front of them. Everything about Class 3-FG gave the impression of an exemplary class. As Logan approached the door, he noticed it was tightly shut, yet there was no sound coming from inside. While mo