Assassination Classroom Kanzaki Novels & Stories

Students from the underground arena, The Chairman, Vale, The mysterious man from the photograph, Even jealous classmates…. Every single one had a reason, yet none of them felt completely right. He ran both hands through his hair. "Damn it..." "There are too many enemies.” ******* He returned to campus immediately, the cafeteria was almost empty.. The attendant looked up, "Can I help you?" "I'm looking into what happened earlier." "The attack." The woman's face turned pale. "It was terrible." Kaizen looked around. "There are CCTV cameras here." She nodded. "Yes." "Can I see the footage?”

" 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.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

Stepping on the gas, we zoomed out of the school parking lot, leaving a frightening roar behind. I massaged my forehead as I groaned, "Well, couldn’t you have said that like a normal person? I am already dealing with a venomous headache." "Venomous?" she asked, amusement evident in her tone. She kept her eyes on the road, and I could not help but think back to the time some assassins tried taking her out as she drove. This woman could kill three men in thirty seconds with one hand while the other drove. And if bullets weren’t fired, there wouldn’t be a scratch on the car.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

Other than to fantasize about that amazing chest of his (probably late at night when I'm feeling sexually frustrated), I never want to think about him or the whole mortifying incident ever again. As far as I’m concerned, it never happened. As Professor Paulson begins class, I take out my laptop and start typing away. Fifteen minutes into it, my pulse has finally settled and I'm no longer thinking about spilling an entire drink on some unsuspecting stranger when the door to the classroom creeks open and in strolls Mr. Abs of Steel himself. Eyes bulging out of my head, I actually do a double take because I can't believe it's really him. The entire class turns to stare. Even the professor halts

**FLASHBACK END** I can feel a headache growing in my brain as I recall the talk we had, which left more questions unanswered, so I closed both of my eyes to keep the headache from spreading throughout my head. Nisha’s Pov After exiting the elevator, I proceeded to the president's room, which was the lone office on the fifth level, as informed to me by the front desk. While heading into the office, I was mentally preparing myself for how I would act in front of the president and how I would murder him instantaneously without giving anybody the impression that I had killed him/her. When I eventually reached the front of the office's enormous brown door, I knocked three times but no one replie

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”