Assassination Classroom Karma X Nagisa Novels & Stories

"First name, Nala. Subject : Homework" "Well I never made homework, I always copy it at school, one day I completely forgot to collect it. I crawl to the teachers office and put it on Mrs. Kang desk without getting caught." She said and we all laughed Mrs Kang is a serious killer and she will give you a total 0 when you don't collect your homework and project. A few names have call and it's hilarious hearing the little confession from them and it's refreshing. Bring back the days where we all in school.

That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil. I felt confused. I did not like being confused, confusion is weak. I am not weak, i am strong and i am the Red Reaper. When he kissed me, I did not stop him. That is the worst part. I kissed him back, i let my guard down. I let the pity for the boy make me forget the man. The man is a killer. The man is my target, the man is the leader of the Lombardi clan. I cannot forget that. I walked to the window. It was dark outside, i could still see the city lights. I felt far away from everything that was real.

Teneger barely had time to react before Karma came for him. Keres moved past Dayatt like she wasn’t even there and in the next heartbeat, he had Teneger by the throat. The sound of rage filled the room, raw and unrestrained. Keres lifted him effortlessly, pinning him against the wall while his legs kicked uselessly, his hands clawing at Keres’s arm. There was no hesitation or mercy in Keres’s eyes and no one could stop him… not right now. He doesn’t know anyone. Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the room and Teneger’s body went limp. His thrashing stopped and his hands dropped loosely on both sides.

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

I said, trying to shove down my embarrassment as I was being snarky to someone that I was attempting to be friends with. The gym teacher stepped in front of us, raising her voice loud enough for the people in the next building to hear, “Listen up, everyone. Since Kael and Cassian were absent, they still have to take their assessment. Since I know both of their training levels,” pointing to each of them, “I gave them new rules. They have two minutes to fight until either one of them is knocked out of this taped-off area on the floor or they become unconscious.”

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

While the lecture was going on, a female course mate named Tasha left her seat where Nasha was seated and intentionally stepped on her shoe without any word of apology. Nasha ignored her and concentrated on what the lecturer was teaching. However, after the lecture, Nasha arranged her books properly and placed them accordingly into her bag. Immediately, she stood up from her seat to leave. Tasha stood in the way and said unpleasant things that would provoke her. Little Miss Murderer. I thought you should be in prison, facing your crime rather than being here, looking for the next target. Hahahaha… Oh, I forgot that you are now throwing yourself at one officer…”

Kiara tilted her head while putting her elbow on the table leaning on her fist. "Yea. But if you excuse me, I have to visit the restroom." He looked at me before heading towards the bathroom. "I'll head to the ladies' too." I said. "Sure sure. I'll be at the dance floor." Kiara winked. I chuckled and left. As expected, he was waiting for me at the second floor. "Carmen Santini. The world's best assassin, niece of the Mexican Mafia, Blood Dragon." He smirked. "And Brian Garcia. Mexico's top criminal. " I crossed my arms.

The Historian lost her gaze out of the window, and the Porsche sped up exponentially, disappearing down the road like a powerful black figure while Al Mahamid was left behind and Omar's security guards were smiling and talking excitedly to each other without realizing it, until that moment, that the man they served was dead on the floor of the room with an Egyptian cobra wrapped hopelessly cruel in his arm and wine thrown on his mattress simulating an animal attack accident so well orchestrated that they would need the perfection of that execution. Karila Aistarabaw left her messages implicit, she was back in the game like never before and nothing else would be able to stop her because she h

Joe started to laugh. “What?” I asked him. Through laughs, he said, “Geneva?” He looked at Harlow. She raised her eyebrows. “Geneva.” She smiled at him. “What’s Geneva?” I asked, looking at Harlow, then at Joe. Before Joe could answer, Harlow spoke up. “I got this, Joe, you relax.” She laughed. “Geneva was this pain in the ass assignment where we were after this big wig sex trafficker, Igor Bolshevik. We were there for about a month, but every time we would bust an operation, we only got Bolshevik’s minions.