Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

I muttered I pulled the trigger to his forehead, and he laid dead Carefully I walked back into the janitor's closet, To ensure this guy was the only hitman around, once I confirmed there wasn't, also hoping there wasn't another person hiding elsewhere I walked up to Roseline and said “So you're in?” “Yes?” I sighed “Clean this up” With that, I shoved the gun in her pocket and walked out of the gym; I had noticed video cameras earlier, I needed to delete the footage immediately. On reaching the security room, a few people were there, but no one was watching the TV's, in fact they were walking around. I was glad about the nonchalance of the school, I snuck into the place and searched the f

Do I need to remind you, Sargeant Keller? He froze. With how dumbfounded he looked, one would’ve thought he’d remember. "You were the one I rescued that night after my shift." I nodded. "Yes. But I had no evidence. They destroyed it all. When I lost all hope, I tried to end it myself. You remember now, don’t you?" Sargeant Keller clenched his fists, his body trembling. "Annabelle, but... you can’t kill so many people!" "They were accomplices! Every last one of them was guilty! Why shouldn’t I kill them?"

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

I let out another sob. “What was that? Oh, you thought it was ironic that you had a class in the same place that you were going to die? No, it’s actually not ironic. I needed to do a little research, and well, everything came out roses for me.” He closed the distance between us and leaned against the back of my chair. “I couldn’t very well drag you across campus; people would see, and I couldn’t risk getting caught. This was the perfect setup. You’d be surprised how low their security is on campus. Even the security cameras are practically from the Jurassic period. A little fenagling and boom, no more camera system.”

Cassian posed the question. "Maybe through the window?" Thiago guessed. "I checked every window in the suite, and none of them had any signs of damage. Although Nino could've had the room wiped clean, I don't believe he would've changed the windows as well. There's only one possibility, and that is the assassins entered through the front door," Cassian declared. "Yet, throughout the entire footage, we never saw the assassins. "There's one other key detail—I didn't see any sign of Leon."

Elena beside him, bleeding from a cut above her eye, already back on her feet with the specific refusal of someone who had decided the floor was not where they were going to be. The door was open. I went through it. --- The room was dim. The east wing's controlled lighting — no windows, the specific careful dark we had built for them, for their safety, for the absence of glass and angles and twelve-minute gaps in patrol rotations. The assassin was at the crib. He was large — larger than the others, the specific size of someone selected for this assignment because selection had been deliberate and thorough. Silver dagger in his right hand, raised, positioned with the calculated precision of s

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

“Cafeteria is food and meetings. Gym is overflow sleeping. Nurse’s office is medical. Second-floor classrooms are mostly sleeping quarters.” “Mostly?” I asked. “One is storage.” “What about the others?” “Don’t go into the east hallway,” Crimson warned. I stopped. “Why?” “Windows aren’t secure.” “Oh.” “And we had a walker get trapped in one of the classrooms two days ago.” My eyes widened. “Had?” “Had.” Liam looked at him. “You killed it?” Crimson shrugged. “It wasn’t going to kill itself.” He kept walking. I glanced at Liam. He mouthed, ‘I hate him.’ I smiled.

“Colette was first. I merely shattered her bones section by section starting with fingers after I blindfolded her. She would say anything that came to mind or remained mute. It seemed like she didn’t know anything about the experiment so I ended her suffering quickly with a quick snap of the neck. Melvick’s was a little more brutal. He refused to utter a single word and died from blood loss at the end after a grand total of five hundred and thirty-nine slashes with all his fingers and toes removed.” Ignacio turned a shade of green and Rush ashen. Only Nash seemed unfazed at the gory details. “You didn’t get any leads huh?” I shook my head and sighed. Surely one of the fixed seats knew about

Some assassins also came to school to remove all the posters" "Wow, who could have helped me this much?" "That doesn't matter Khloe. Let's go to class for now" "Okay" and we both left for class. I will definitely get to the bottom of this. TBC...... ©️ Tricia