Assassination Classroom Takaoka Novels & Stories

That man was Okada Daiki, Tsuchida Kosuke's right-hand man. “Have a seat, Ms. Anastasia,” he pointed on the chair opposite to his. I gulped and obediently sat down. Those two man who led me there bowed to their boss and left the room. I was now alone with the man who ordered my kidnapping. “What do you want from me, Mr. Okada?” I asked, trying to prevent my voice from shaking. “Very well! Bravo!” he laughed and started clapping his hands, applauding me, “I was wondering if you remembered our meeting at the Worldful Press anniversary… Of course, I didn't know that I met Tsuchida Hiro that night,” he chuckled.

The second man twirled around, but Nicholas acted faster, pointed his gun at the attacker, shot him, and watched his body hit the ground. Luke let out a low whistle. “Still got it, I see.” “Focus,” Nicholas barked, reloading his weapon. Derek cursed when he saw his men being removed one at a time. He pulled out a radio from his pocket, barking into it “ Bring Them In.” Closing the radio, he scowled and glanced over, faint noises started to emerge. Alison’s expression was one of shock and awe as she glanced at the newly arriving SUV, this one had a turret.

“Where’s Rosa?” “In the inner vault,” he said. “With Sofia.” “How many?” “At least five. Silent class. Ex-military. Vitale must’ve bought himself a specialist crew.” “They’re not soldiers,” Emilia said, her voice steady now. “They’re ghosts.” He nodded. “That’s why we kill them loud.” --- The plan was simple because it had to be: draw the assassins into the main hall where there was space, visibility, and crossfire potential. Seal off the secondary exits. Use fire and sound to disorient them. Then eliminate.

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

" 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.

Akira’s POV The teacher’s words echoed in my mind again like a haunting melody: “The 12th graders were kidnapped by masked men and taken away.” My breath hitched, and my chest felt like it would explode as I tried to suppress the horrifying thoughts running through my head. Those kids weren’t just taken; they were likely targeted for human trafficking.

"Then you said something about an assassin at the office..." "That’s real too. But thankfully, he was restrained in time." Big Ken waited for Alex to finish before he took out his phone and flipped out a photo Hunter Yates had taken of the assassin in the bathroom. He then said to Isla, "I can prove this. The assassin was taken down by a brother of mine in the bathroom on the same floor as your office...Also, I think that it’s necessary to tell you about the Young Master’s experience in detail in the countryside today."

Juaqin’s POV I am in an abandoned classroom in Emmanuel High School. I just escaped from prison. I am sitting on the broken teacher’s table while holding a Mini Uzi. Right now, I will do what appears to be unthinkable. I must kill students, teachers, and staff of Emmanuel High School. They should also be miserable, just like me. So, I stood up and left the abandoned classroom. Then, I shot every person I saw dead. Elisa’s POV

“Oh my God, I know who that is! It took me a minute, but I've seen his picture in the history books in Aurelia.” Now it was my turn to be shocked because wouldn't I have known that too? Not even bothering to see if anyone saw us, Amber and I turned around and glared at Rowan. “Who is it?” Amber demanded as she was glancing between us and the scene unfolding at the front of the classroom. Rowan’s face was turning pale, which I've only ever seen him react like that since we were kids, so I knew whatever it was was serious. “It’s Stefan Kovac!” he blurted out, “he was one of the masterminds behind the massacre at Tanner’s Bluff.”

Sasha demanded, and Zen shot Akiko a pleading look, but the porcelain doll-like assassin only stared at him with unwavering eyes. Although murder outside of events on the campus grounds was forbidden, torture wasn’t. His party members might not want to cause him bodily harm, but they were experts at other types of torture. Exchanging glances, Oritha stood up the same time Sasha did and approached Zen at a speed that he could not escape from. The bowl of mashed potatoes was yanked from his arms, and the muscular warrior restrained his arms while Sasha approached him, wriggling her deft fingers. “We can do this the easy or hard way, little brother. Show us your character profile card.”