Assassination Classroom Karma X Nagisa Novels & Stories

The last time Kissa saw her was when she handed her the poison that she mixed in Raven’s drink. Kissa never had any communication with her after that. Karma is real, because of her evil schemes, she is comatosed in the room, unable to do anything as Lorcan and Raven started to fix back their relationship together. As Kissa is reminded by Celia, she thought why not visit her in her room? Ever since she fell comatose, she never gave her a visit. When Celia saved Kissa from her bullies and tormentors, she did it not to show kindness, but to steal the role of his bullies herself. Celia became her new boss, the new person that she couldn’t afford to offend.

Wisdom looking at Carmine enters the room. Einar kisses Kiri's head, “our girl is handling her business.” Kiri nods looking at Wisdom and then at Carmine fussing about Boyd digging into his business. “That son of a bitch had luck on his side. I should have killed his no-good ass.” Carmine pours a glass of whiskey “Leprechaun looking ass.” He looks at Wisdom “I take it you killed Hestia.” “Killed her ass. Your daughter vaporized that woman.” Idris chuckles.

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.

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

The camera was on, his face professional, but beneath the desk his cock strained against his sweatpants. The door creaked open softly. Nagur slipped in, still sleepy-eyed from an earlier subspace session, wearing nothing but the delicate black lace lingerie Cassian had personally picked out for him that morning. The sheer fabric clung to his skin, the intricate patterns framing his nipples and barely covering his half-hard cock, the back of the panties cut high to expose the base of the massive plug still lodged in his ass. A faint trail of dried cum from the morning’s face-fucking still clung to his collarbone. Nagur moved with that dreamy, subspace-tinged grace, padding barefoot across the

Amid the scattered papers and crumpled textbooks, the stark inscription on the school badge shone clearly into her mind, a final, damning piece of evidence: Ninth Grade, Class Five, Skylar Vance. The master assassin, whose mind had once handled lethal complexity and unimaginable pressure, was utterly, brutally blindsided by this temporal catastrophe. “Hey, Skylar Vance! Who gave you permission to stand? Get down on your knees, now!” A high-pitched, childish voice, dripping with pure, unearned entitlement, ripped through the silence of her shock.

"I'm not—I'm not helping you kill someone—" "You are not killing anyone. You are just setting up a date to help me save more people." Karma spoke in a cold tone. "Do we have a deal or not?" Mia looked at her phone, then at Marcus, and back at Karma. "Deal." She stood up to leave. "Mia." The girl froze, then turned back. Karma smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "If you double cross me, I will find you." Mia nodded once slowly. Mia's face went pale. She walked away without another word.

Faint but sharp, I heard it. "Come in," I answered after the second knock on my office door. It was Raul, I had sent for him as regards matters of the black room. The club was coming back to take my special girls' orders. I had spread word on the street and final preparations were in order. I just needed to put some things in order and set up a proper money laundering scheme. For Amara, the payment was already sure....but for the rest girls, I wasn't sure of more than half of them so I spread more.