Assassination Classroom Romane & Geschichten

I told her as she scanned the classroom looking confused, I think she just resumed today. "Ohh I'll really appreciate that." she replied, I dropped my bag on my chair adjusted my skirt, raised my head to see Morgan and Bella throwing daggers at me. "Okay follow me, I can't lift it alone." I replied before walking out of the class. We were heading for the Junior block were we would be able to find seats, so the main school building was divided into two, senior and junior block. "I'm sorry for taking your seat." she uttered again looking nervous, I think she noticed my rude attitude, well I'm trying to be nice.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

I said to which he nodded, "Yes that is why, my dad will spike their drinks and make sure that they will drink it." "Yeah?" I smiled, "what else?" "He will also have shooters on the roof and in other corners in the mansion," he answered stupidly, "their aims will be on the members of both the families." "He's smart," I lied, earning a grin from Theirry, "Let's get to class now. We're late anyways." With that, we exited the cafeteria and headed to class since we had the same. Thierry and I entered the class and took our seats. I had to sit next to Ares since Emma decided to sit next to Ryan.

It would only seem real for a second as the man would close in on our dead bodies. He would realize that I'm still breathing, ultimately shooting me in the end. I feel a nudge come from my right side where Alec resides. I look at the dangerous man beside me. Right, he would shoot the killer first, sparing everyone's life. The classroom is dark. A few girls are crying, with others desperately trying to shush them. I feel Alec's hand on mine, and I lay my head on his shoulder, trying to calm myself down. I've run from death every day, maybe it's time to let it happen.

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov

I told myself I would leave him alone. For now. Because I had other things to focus on. Like my final exams. It felt ridiculous—me, Silvia, an assassin, sitting in a classroom like an ordinary student. Balancing equations, analyzing literature, calculating statistics—all while knowing that outside these walls, I was someone else entirely. Someone deadly. But I never let my two worlds collide. Even when I was covered in blood and my hands were sore from gripping the hilt of a knife too tightly, I still made sure to study.

As the security footage started playing, the woman who gave him the drink was seen in the parking lot. After that, the assassins were already on their way to their room. Once they went inside, there was no footage for a couple of minutes. "We should've installed cameras in here," James muttered in dismay. They watched closely as they saw Keisha running out of their room with her hands tied together.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

As the realization dawned that she was under Satan's influence, a palpable sense of dread settled over the assembled assassins. The subsequent events unfolded in agonizing slow motion. The lady's movements seemed to defy time itself as she revealed the bomb strapped to her chest. The faint beeping of the device filled the chamber, creating a dissonant symphony of impending destruction. The assassins, caught in a paralyzing moment of disbelief, scrambled to react, but their efforts were futile.