Assassination Classroom Karma X Nagisa Novels & Stories

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

3rd Prince Carlos Relani Devion - he is a well-known battle freak, a bloodthirsty soldier, he is practically the same at the same time not with Felix the most gullible one. Then....... Emperor Cassius Vitalis - Devion - everyone describes him as an ice block, no one can look at him directly, lest their eyes itch just from his cold piercing glimpse. He is a very capable ruler despite being an ice block.

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

When I was released early from prison for good behavior, my three sisters showed up to pick me up with a dog collar in hand. Vivian Bennett, my eldest sister, held it out to me and said calmly, "Put it on. Don't take it off until we make it home. Pass this final test, and you'll officially become a Bennett." Claire Bennett, my second sister, patted me on the shoulder and sighed. "You've suffered these past seven years. But you smell awful. Go home and take a really good shower before you sit down for dinner." Natalie Bennett, my third sister, looked me up and down, frowning. "When did you get so skinny? I guess the collar suits you now." Seven years ago, they said something similar. Luc

“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.”

But within three days, the rumor that I had been retaliated against for some shameful affair had spread everywhere. By the time I tried to clear my name, it was already too late. It was not until after I killed myself in old age that Vanessa came to pay her respects at my grave. Those hypocritical eyes of hers grew moist for two seconds as she thanked me for everything I had done all those years. But she said she did not regret it. In her mind, I had taken the place meant for the man she'd never gotten over and killed her fantasy. If she had to do it again, she would still do the same thing.

Karma played smart! He knew exactly how to handle powerful mafia leaders. Sahir was facing someone smart as himself and this time Karma won. As he couldn't stop Karma from roaming inside the mansion and also search for possible things. Karma came there as a guest and Sahir couldn't say no to roam around to any guest. This was making Sahir more furious but because of Zoya, he was calm. Now Karma was moving to the basement. But it wasn't just basement for Sahir. It was his underground torture room made for his enemies with all dangerous weapons and other things of the torture kept there.

I watch as Neriman bounces the kid on her hip, he giggles and squeals with his hands waving in the air. I sigh with relief, gratitude and sorrow at the same time. My sorrow is purely for Neriman. When her Büyük baba [grandfather] took her against her will, telling her that she was a Peker and not just some random hired to be Sedars P.A. He dropped her off at an unknown location where there was a boot camp for the Mafiya assassins and because she was a female, they removed her reproductive organs. The female assassins are also known as 'Femme Fatales' they are trained to seduce the Dons into giving them their most private information before they strike and take his life.

Thanks Dr Susan, he's much better now thank you" Mara replied these days that she wanted to catch some assassins she didn't want to have much to do with outsiders. She stepped into the classroom and found Killian absent "Is Dr Killian not coming to school? "He said he'll be late today," someone said. Lessons resumed as usual. By this time of her education, Mara is in her 2nd year, which means she's no longer in the junior class and is a neurologist at that. Just as she was clocking out after lunch, she received a call from Evelyn. "Hey Mara, can you come to the ghetto now?" she asked urgently.

“This is where all the worst werewolves and rogues end up eventually. The ones waiting for execution. It’s where you and the rest of your scum kind belong.” “Execution?” I ask fearfully, trying to grip the bars of the prison only to pull away upon realizing they’re silver, too. His smile grows. “Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you? Come on. A weak, ugly maid like you trying to assassinate Alpha Damien? You must be crazy.” With that he turns on his heel and leaves, and I’m alone in the cell awaiting certain death. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am crazy. How could I have been so careless? I should have done it all differently–checked the halls to make sure no one was around, been faster