Assassination Classroom Maehara Novels & Stories

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

“Not the details. But he didn’t stop it.” That was enough. That was more than enough. Silence stretched thick in the cell. Heavy with implication. With truth. With something that couldn’t be undone. Kael’s expression shifted. Not explosive rage. Not immediate violence. Something colder. Deeper. Final. Jace stepped forward. No hesitation. No questions. His blade flashed once— Clean. Efficient. The assassin slumped. Gone. Mirella moved immediately, already gathering what was needed. “We burn the body,” she said. “No traces. No recovery.”

My babaanne explains in a nonchalant voice, accepting her fate. “Who are Mia’s biological parents?” My babaanne opens her mouth to speak, but before she can say anything, multiple men dressed in all black enter the barn with their weapons pointed at us. Before I can fully register what is going on, a bullet drills into the side of her temple, killing her instantly. Blood splatters across my face, and I turn to look at Cenk, watching him with wide eyes as he glides the blade across Emre’s amca throat, bleeding him dry with a satisfied expression on his face.

“All right. Let’s go commit some light emotional fraud.” _________________________________ I walked back to class like I was headed into a courtroom…head high, guilt dripping off me like I was starring in a N*****x docuseries titled High School Confessions. The Girl Who Snapped. Maya saluted me silently from the hallway window like a war general sending her soldier off to die dramatically. I knocked gently on the classroom door. Ms. Helene turned, arms crossed, her expression somewhere between principal from Matilda and judge on her fifth espresso. “Miss Rurik. I assume you have something to say.”

Her heart pounded as she watched it strike true, and the creature stumbled, its movements slowing as the tranquilizer took effect. Mia didn't waste a moment. With the grace of a true master, she emerged from the shadows, swiftly and silently approaching the fallen creature. Her mission was clear: to make the formidable foe unconscious, all the while ensuring she remained an enigma in the heart of enemy territory. Her reputation as an extraordinary assassin rested on this delicate dance between shadows and skill.

At first, I did not know what an assassin was, but when they explained it, I finally understood. I cried. I never wanted to kill people. Aunt Mia was a very religious person, and she taught us to follow Jesus and I always looked forward to her lessons, but these people wanted me to kill someone. I cried and I couldn’t stop crying. The men threatened to feed anyone who cried to dogs. I thought they were joking, but they truly did it. A boy was crying, and they threw him inside the dog cage and they made us watch as the boy screamed in agony, begging for his mom before he died.

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

"I think they would need a second serving of food." All of them laughed. The mausoleum people closed the door of the roof and left. Carrola and Teacher Rissiya followed them to the dorm while Teacher Sora and the Abbott went somewhere else, probably to take care of Yaju. "Um, Teacher Sora. I shot the guy right on his back," Jai said before they separate. Teacher Sora laughed. "Alright. Thank you for telling me, Jai. Anything else you want to tell me?" Teacher Sora asked calmly.

Harlow nervously swallowed. "Yes, she died way before we were even conceived. At least that's what the school told us in history class; it was the darkest moment ever happened since then. You were in that class, and were you even paying attention?" Mia said, folding her arms across her chest with a stern look on her face. Nervously she laughed. "Pfft, yes." No, she didn't pay attention in that class. Harlow barely got through that class without falling asleep. "Well, if you had been listening, you would have learned that Michael killed her."

Someone who wasn't supposed to be there had walked into my son's classroom and given him something that could have killed him. Later that afternoon, after Theo had been moved to a regular room for observation, Julius's security team arrived with a tablet showing the footage. There wasn't much to see. The camera in the hallway outside Theo's classroom showed a woman in a dark hoodie and sunglasses approaching the teacher while she spoke with a parent. The woman said something, gesturing toward the classroom. The teacher looked distracted, nodded, and pointed inside. The woman entered the classroom. The angle didn't show much of what happened inside, just children's heads visible through the w