Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Karma Akabane

Ace must be real he has to be I love him so much for him to just be a figment of my damn imagination. "Shelly you're scaring me are you alright?" Chase asked with pure panic on his face. How dare Karma play with her feelings? She had loved and it had tossed her away. She hated this life, she wanted to die and end her miserable life. She just can't possibly imagine a life without... "Ace!" A shocked gasp escaped Chase lips, "You talked Shelly." The beeping started again. Someone turn that darn thing off! Then... Silence!

The list was okay, it wasn't absurd like the ones she used to see online. “Akosua, are you guys done?” Abena asked as she entered the class. “Yeah, we are. Is the driver in?” She asked putting Maakua's lunch box into her bag. “He's waiting,” Abena stated helping her with her bags as they headed to the car. All the students in Akosua's class had left the school premises before she did. She wasn't obliged to wait for them, but old habits never die. Kamdyn sat in his office exhausted. He didn't have much rest as he planned to and was scheduled for another surgery after the initial one.

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

The room was quieter now. Mona sat on the edge of the huge chair , her fingers loosely wrapped around the small box of cupcakes, her mind replaying everything that had just happened a little too vividly. The broken mirror. The blood. The way Kane had looked at her like she was the only thing anchoring him. She exhaled slowly, shaking her head like that might settle the thoughts. From behind the bathroom door, the steady sound of water filled the space. Kane.

“It keeps the world orderly. You never understood that. You cared. And look where it got you. Disgraced. Wanted. Standing in a puddle for a man who’ll be dead in sixty seconds.” At that moment, Anton saw it. The history. The rivalry. This wasn't just a random assassin. This was a ghost from Sabe’s past, a living embodiment of the cold, calculating philosophy that had condemned him. This was the “colleague” who had sat in on the interrogation after Bakhmar, who had nodded along as they dissected Sabe’s humanity as a liability. Sabe’s knuckles were white on the knife hilt. “You don’t get to touch him.”

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

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Tears pour freely down her eyes, she always thought that the first person who had tried to kill her was evil and dreadful, she had avoided how safe she had felt in that house and how everyone was nice to her, Drexel support at the time in that house had made her forgotten how hard life was to her outside, she had always been a pawn in everyone's story and here she wishes even if she were to die not in those men's hands. "The lady said she is not the one in that picture, " Ava heard a familiar husky deep voice of Drexel. Her heart pounded in its ribcage. She could not tell if it were joy or fear of what will happen when he finds out she was the one that run to them. "Snitchkiller, " one of th

Juaqin’s POV I am in an abandoned classroom in Emmanuel High School. I just escaped from prison. I am sitting on the broken teacher’s table while holding a Mini Uzi. Right now, I will do what appears to be unthinkable. I must kill students, teachers, and staff of Emmanuel High School. They should also be miserable, just like me. So, I stood up and left the abandoned classroom. Then, I shot every person I saw dead. Elisa’s POV

The assassin howled, stumbling back, clutching his ruined eye. Lena froze, staring at her hands. Claws. Blood dripping from her fingertips. Her chest heaved, terror and exhilaration tangling until she couldn’t tell them apart. The other assassins snarled. One lunged again—only for Kade to intercept. He ripped the wolf’s throat out with his teeth, blood spilling hot across the floor. The last turned to flee, but Kade was faster. He slammed the wolf down, his claws carving deep. The assassin went still.