Assassination Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

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 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

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 looked at her, then at her sobbing friend under the target, then at the third one, who was staring at the floor like she wished it would swallow her. I took a long, final pull on my cigar and crushed the ember in a crystal ashtray. "You should’ve led with that," I said, my voice dropping back into that dead, calm space. "Now, because you wasted my time, we’re going to have a very, very long night." I looked at Sergei. "Get them to the green room. And bring me the security head. I want every frame of footage from that fucking room and anyone who was around it when the incident happened."

"The other teachers were sent to a state meeting yesterday. Only you and Yvonne were at school. Yvonne is gentle, well-mannered, and studious—she doesn't look like the sort of person who would do this. You must have beaten the students and threatened them into silence to cover up that you killed Ethan. Yvonne's health is poor enough already; stop slandering her." He nailed me to his words as if they were facts, and the parents surged forward, tearing at my clothes and pulling my hair. Before he left, the principal shut the door and stared at me amid the chaos. "Let them vent. Once they've had their say, it won't be taken further up." My head had been struck so hard that I blacked out. In a h

“It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with me.” Feeling the strain of talking after several days of bed rest, I didn’t register the pain. A loud slap resounding through the room and the ringing in my left ear was enough to stun me. “Stop deluding yourself. Do you think you’re the only one bearing the burden of this? Look carefully! Open your eyes! Aren’t

All of us are hungry from long hours of teaching. While eating, Kate suddenly asked a question. "Uhm, this may sound rude. But I heard that the teacher I substitute is now dead. What happened to him?" she asked. We stopped eating. We know that is a serious matter. "He was executed," Dhaile answered. "What? Why?" Kate's voice is full of confusion. We put our full attention to Kate's question. We moved closer to each. "What we are going to say to you is a serious matter. So listen carefully," Unah told her.

“Tragically, in the early hours of this morning, one of our teachers suffered a serious heart attack.” I lean forward in my seat as gasps and shouts of “what!?” fill the room, and the headache I feel, triples. I quietly wait to hear more information, but my mind tells me that I don’t need more because my heart beats loudly in my chest, already hinting at the impending doom. He continues. “And it saddens me beyond words, that this person is Mr Abel, who you all know, as he takes on the role of more than just an instructor to you students.”

She huffed, “all self taught. I never had anyone to ask to learn from or such. I only learned what I was able, while on the run. Before then I couldn’t even read anything or do much math. What difference does that make?” Wolferan spoke, “it doesn’t. I was just surprised by it. Most who never were taught never could read to begin. I never learned until someone sat down and taught me. It makes me wonder if you had been taught, would you have been a scholar instead of an assassin.” Leanunya looked at him, “I doubt it would have made much difference.”

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.