Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Karma Akabane

Then he pulled back, his hand still on me, his gaze steady like he was making sure I was actually here, not lost in my head. “It’s okay,” he said. But it wasn’t okay. I knew that. Even if part of me was trying to justify it, trying to make it make sense, there was still something sitting right there in my chest. It wasn’t the first time I had killed someone, I had done it before. But those times were different. Those people kidnapped me and hurt me, they left me no choice. This…. This felt different. Kagemoto Kazama was dangerous, yes, he was going to hurt Frank, I saw it, I reacted, but still…why can't I just shake the feeling off?

“We spoke last month—” Karma raises a hand. “It’s him.” His voice cuts like a blade. “Eaten alive by piranhas. Courtesy of Mad-Bishop.” Fear ripples through the room like electricity. Hushed whispers. As if they can gossip the terror away. “That barbarian killed my daughter.” Karma’s voice, dark with grief and rage. “Took the Matron and Carlton hostage. And now he's killed one of ours.” He points a finger. “And from what I see, we’re next.”

"Do you prefer the folding mechanism or the ceremonial weight?" "I prefer the designer," he whispered, a smirk ghosting his lips. I froze, the air leaving my lungs. Before I could respond, the door exploded inward. Samuel stood there, his face ashen, his hands shaking. "King Varkane! It’s the Atelier. The lead director... she’s been assassinated. A sniper shot through the window of her own office." "What?" Lucien was on his feet in a heartbeat, his Alpha presence flaring. "She’s dead, sir. And... there’s evidence linking the scene to Xender."

“Wicked. You don’t deserve happiness, and as for you, Lucas, when you signed those documents, when you pressed your thumb into that paper, you gave me everything. Your company, your properties. The money you thought you gave me is gone, too. I was generous enough to leave you one car and your clothes.” Lucas trembled; his body was shaking as though madness itself had gripped him. His voice cracked, his words were spilling in fragments. “You… can’t… I… Alicia…” Her smirk widened. Her voice dropped low and very cold. “I am your most wanted Karma, Lucas.

People thought killing was loud and always required spilling blood. It didn’t . If you knew how the body worked, all you needed was timing, pressure, and the right conversation. And I was about to initiate the right conversation. Raina’s dad leaned right beside me at the edge of the terrace, one hand resting on the railing, the other wrapped around a glass he hadn’t finished. His breathing was steady—for now. “You don’t look like you enjoy crowds,” he said. “I don’t,” I replied.

The scent of aconite bloomed sharp and bitter. My heart stopped. “Damian!” He pulled the dart free in one smooth motion and let it clatter to the stone. Blood darkened his skin. His eyes, wolf and winter and promise of violence, lifted to the gallery where shadows shifted, guilty and slow. “No one,” he said, voice low and terribly calm, “fires on her again.” “Seize the shooter!” Kieran barked, voice cracking, scrambling to turn the moment back in his favor. Guards flooded the stairwell; the crowd seethed with whispers, assassination, aconite, Chairman, blood heir—words colliding like stones.

Kill Anushka and make it messy. I will send you proof when it's done.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

The shudder of silence that follows reveals more about Kayla Zelenyy than an hour in a police interview room could tell me. "The killer will use a pseudonym that you will be familiar with." I pause. "I suppose the names Casca Ashakova, Katrin Cajthamlova, Victoria Usheava, Monika Cvurka, and Anjelica Ebbi are all names that are familiar to you?" Kayla Zelenyy stiffens slightly, and her eyes meet Barklay's for just a moment. It's a micro-expression—the barest trace of a signal passing between them.

Isabella is claimed looking at the teacher. "I already suggested bunking this class and getting drunk" Lauren complained. "Shut up Lauren" Marissa hissed. Isabella just laughed at the two. They both were childhood best friends and loved each other more than BLOOD related siblings yet they were world apart in their personality. Lauren was a Kick-Ass girl, Always dressed in leather, she feared nothing. She had recently dyed her hair blue that matched her electric blue eyes. Her complexion was super pale. She was model like tall around 5 Feet 9 inches.