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His sniper is placed behind his back. Students can be seen scattered around the premises since it's time for lunch. Due to the abundance of students, you would never know that an assassin is lurking amongst the crowd. "Zeke, where?" Avyanna asked through the earpiece. "Literature building, third floor, teacher's faculty." Avyannna went to the said location.

The uniforms are as beautiful as what you expect from a prestigious school. I stand up from a stall and walk to the door. This is it. The end of my life. ... Our homeroom teacher allocated us to form a line in the middle of a hallway that leads to our room. It was the only building that can be used safely. As far as I can remember, one of the students entered one of the rooms on the second floor. The result? She died. I neither the members of the Alecto is not interested in such a thing. Every death that occurs or is related to the scholar class, has a lesson that teaches. Discipline.

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

I shook my head and increased my pace, trying to keep up with Edwin's long strides as he turned left. Soon enough, we were standing in front of a black mahogany door. He knocked on the door and waited. "Come in." A deep and low voice answered from inside. Shivers wracked my whole body and cleared my throat for the hundredth time this morning. The voice held so much authority and masculinity. "Alright, Miss Kayla. You may go in now. Mr. Marcello is ready to see you," Edwin announced, and I swallowed. Hard. I nodded my head and thanked him.

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

" 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.

My instinct kicked in, and I rushed to find out what was happening. “Hey, what’s going on?” I asked one of the students who was running past, almost colliding with me. “Someone just died in that classroom!” he shouted. “What classroom is that?” I couldn't help but ask, even though panic was already setting in. “37!” he yelled out as he continued sprinting down the hall. My heart dropped. Room 37 was Nadia's classroom. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, gripping my stomach with fear. I couldn’t believe it. I quickly made my way toward her class, a silent prayer in my mind that she was okay—that she wasn’t the one who had died.

Dominic's voice echoed in the background, offering guidance and corrections, but my mind was elsewhere, trapped in the haunting memories of that fateful day. I could still hear the sharp crack of gunfire that shattered the morning calm. My father, a pillar of strength, crumpled to the ground, his eyes wide with shock. My sister's scream was cut short as she fell beside him, her lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. My mother, always so gentle, lay in a pool of crimson, her hand outstretched towards me as if in a final act of protection. Even our nanny, who had cared for us since birth, was not spared; her body slumped over the kitchen table where she had been preparing our breakfast. I had

FML. “But how did you get caught, sis ? I can’t imagine anyone finding out what you did ?” he asked. He look so perplexed because except for the Stone family and a few trusted warriors of our pack, no one had been able to figure out the culprit of my high profile assassination assignments till date. Not to toot my horn but I was that good. “The new teacher threatened that he won’t overturn our punishment given by the previous teacher if the culprit did not step out and for the sake of the class, I confessed,” I replied to Kai’s question in a small voice and started sobbing again. I am so pathetic. Someone just kill me.