Assassination Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

With the two guys roaming around, there is no way I can get them out safely. It also means that there might be others in other classrooms. Looking around, I saw there were a lot of chemicals, yet I didn’t know what they were. Looking back at the teens and the teacher, who were now standing in plain sight, I moved closer to them. “Is there anything in here that can be used to make something I could use to knock them out? Without killing them or alerting them to my presence?” I asked in hushed tones. “We have chloroform. You would have to administer a highly concentrated dose to them to work quickly.” The man, I presumed was the teacher whispered.

Someone had a sense of humor. I knew I was going back to school for my teacher who was wrapped around Steven’s fat finger. She would pay for letting him use her classroom to molest me. I got to the school and for a moment I hesitated going into the old stone building with the banner the cheerleaders made for the upcoming football game. I crept into the school and went upstairs to her classroom. Jay saw me in the school. I never told him about the teacher. He decided to follow me after seeing me and ended following me to her classroom. He didn't walk in with me. He lingered behind and stayed out of sight. I had no idea he was recording what were saying. She laughed when she saw me. She eve

I need to know if she was a fucking bitch who would kill to keep her man or not. Getting to the school driveway and my usual spot where I parked my car on a daily basis, I killed the engine and then stepped out to the classroom. The classroom was so chaotic today. I mean, this was Professor Dawn’s class. A tutor in psychology. Everyone loves him. They adored his teaching cause it's always educative, interactive, and filled with students’ brainstorming questions that even a president will dodge. After class, I was able to get in contact with Vera, who smiled and flaunted her body when she saw me.

"My life isn't worth much. Lily, open the door." One by one, the children lined up as the teachers led them out, my voice following close behind. "Leon, come to the restroom." The police quickly filled the classrooms, while I hid in the small space between two classrooms. It had two exits, and I had blocked one, leaving only the single remaining door. Leon crawled in, facing me. His wrinkled face finally twisted into a genuine, cruel smile. There were no cameras, and no one else was present. He smiled and said, "Lily, you're not dumb, but you're not smart either. You've killed someone, and you must pay for it."

"I can take the classes, but I doubt I have the skill to mark assignments." Oak looks relieved his friend swooped in to save him. "Okay, can anyone mark the assignments temporarily?" Sophia stands. "I'll mark them. I just don't think my workload would suit taking the classes." Bly has fewer classes to teach than most of us, as all of them are optional and not open to every year. The younger years don't take torture or anatomy, for example. However, there are a couple of staff members who have a lower workload than him, like Janice Irwin, who takes the Money Laundering and assassination class. She would have been an ideal math teacher, since she's already into math, anyway, but she's always b

" The teacher entered first, closely followed by the principal. The room grew quiet, tension filling the air all at once. There was an issue. I could sense it deep in my bones. "The principal announced a burglary with a serious tone," he said. School equipment has been damaged and taken. We have grounds to suspect that the offender is present in this classroom. Whispers were quietly exchanged among students in the room, casting glances of suspicion and fear towards each other. Everyone stayed still. Nobody admitted. The principal's eyes scanned the room, cold and calculating. "Very well. If no one will step forward, I'll have to reveal the culprit myself." He paused for dramatic effect, the

The room froze immediately. Several students turned instinctively. Others followed a heartbeat later. And just like that, dozens of eyes landed on Anastasia. Even students who had managed to forget her presence during the lesson suddenly remembered exactly who was sitting in the classroom with them. The daughter of Lucien Kael. For a brief moment, the classroom's attention shifted entirely. The teacher noticed… His gaze briefly settled on Anastasia before moving away just as quickly, deliberately refusing to make her the center of the discussion.

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

I had no idea what went wrong. "It's definitely poison." "Look at their hands." "Who else could have done it?" I clenched my fists. The weapons used during training had been contaminated. And somehow I had become the prime suspect. Standing beside the poisoned students was Alpha Teacher Lonan Silverfang. One of the academy's most respected instructors. His black hair was tied neatly behind his head. His sharp gray eyes remained fixed on me. Disappointed and Judgmental. As if he had already reached a conclusion. "Elena."