Assassination Classroom Maehara Novels & Stories

" After that, Sean immediately left for Beverly High School. Fortunately, it was Saturday, and school was out. Therefore, there were no students or teachers in the school. The assassinator took Blake to the fourth floor of Building A. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she had fallen unconscious. Although the explosion hadn't harmed Blake directly, it had still had some impact on her. The assassin was an Orwallian man. He was robust and had a three-inch-long centipede-like scar on the left side of his face, which made him look ferocious. He stared at the unconscious Blake. There was murderous intent lingering in his blue eyes.

says Machiv with a shrug. Sure enough, a teacher walks in and we all have a seat, and since on the chalkboard it says to sit where we want, the four of us are near each other. She has light-blonde hair cut to be an inch below each ear, and has a well-defined but pleasant face. I recognize her as the teacher that Mr. Reap was talking to yesterday at the assembly, and try to remember if her name was mentioned. Not recalling it, I stop that and just pay attention to her. Seating-wise, Machiv is next to me while Hala and Syl are behind us. We're in the front row, but on the side of the class so we aren't too exposed to the teacher.

He asked, and I immediately nodded to him. "Sab. As far as I know, Savienna is one of the best students here. She is an assassin and a serial killer, so she cannot work here as a faculty member." He seriously promised. I was immediately nervous, I really can't trust him. I opened my mouth and was about to say something when Maureen suddenly screamed, I turned to where they were and saw that Stacey was already adjusting Maureen. I was immediately alerted and was about to rush when Psalm stopped me.

The chair beside her remained empty. Maya wasn’t coming. Mabye she didn’t want to feel embarrassed she thought ! Before the unease could fully settle, the teacher entered the classroom. His face was drawn, his steps slow. The chatter died instantly. “I have sad news,” he said quietly. “One of your classmates… Maya Carter” The room seemed to tilt. “was found dead by the river.” Sara’s breath left her in a rush. Her knees weakened, and she gripped the edge of her chair to keep from collapsing.

"Mae. Step away from him. Now." The room froze. It was a small bedroom converted to a safe room. Reinforced door frame. No exterior windows. A cot, a table, two chairs. Moretti sitting in one of the chairs with his hands flat on his thighs. Alert and very still. Mae standing three feet from him. She turned when I spoke. And the expression on her face when she saw me was the thing that I was going to carry for a very long time after this night ended. It was not guilt.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

Clara stepped up beside her, driving her spear straight into the second killer’s chest, pinning him against the heavy wardrobe. The third assassin tried to grab Maya. Maya didn't scream. She ducked low under his arm, using her small size to slide past his boots. Leo instantly lunged forward, swinging his heavy iron candlestick with all his strength right into the killer's kneecap. The assassin stumbled with a grunt of pain. That single second was all Elena needed. She grabbed the assassin from behind by his dark hair, pulling his head back so far his neck cracked. She brought her silver dagger across his throat in one smooth, merciless stroke. Bright arterial blood sprayed across the childre

now let move to our lesson but the lessons won't take your time,just some minutes before the police arrive for more investigation,so everyone let begin" 30minutes later I sigh the class looks so oo cold,everyone with their own thinking,I know some of them is afraid,who wouldn't be afterall someone was murdered but wait i left for just one and half hour and she was murdered that strange according to Akira she left 30minutes after I left,and came back 15 minutes early than me

Mia reached into her clutch and pulled out a small black vial, placing it on the table between them. “It’ll stop your heart in under 30 seconds,” she said. “You’ll just feel tired. Fall asleep. Never wake up.” Hema stared at it. No fear. No panic. Only curiosity. “Looks like perfume,” she said, picking it up. “It’s death in elegance,” Mia said. “Just like you wanted.” “I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” Hema said, slipping the vial into her bag. Mia nodded. They both stood up slowly. Mia adjusted her long coat while Hema tricked her phone . As they walked out of the café, their reflections passed over the glass—the assassin and the victim.