Assassination Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

An hour later, I arrived at the police station in my wheelchair. Hearing my voice, the person handcuffed to the chair slowly looked up. Upon seeing that familiar face, I felt a mix of emotions. “Ms. Spector.” My homeroom teacher looked me up and down. A flash of hatred crossed her eyes. “How are you still alive?” I rolled my wheelchair up to face the homeroom teacher. “Ms. Spector, can you tell me why you killed so many valedictorians?” My homeroom teacher scoffed coldly and turned her head away.

Her muscles locked and released in a terrifying rhythm. "Mrs. Ajayi? Hey, what’s wrong with this woman?" the guard shouted, his voice laced with sudden panic. "Why is she shaking like this?" Gbemisola hit the floor, her body convulsing vigorously against the cold concrete, her eyes rolling back as her consciousness slipped into the dark. "Emergency!" the guard yelled. "We need help in here! Now!" ……………….. page break …………… The news had seeped into the very brickwork of the school, turning the once-vibrant hallways into a tomb of whispered accusations and cold, hard reality. Mrs. Ajayi—their teacher, a woman of authority and supposed grace—was a killer.

The chattering had suddenly dipped lower even though I hadn’t heard the first bell ring. I’d never seen the class go so quiet without a teacher trying to do their job in front of the class. Not when Dean was almost murdered in the hallway. Not even when that old teacher had died. My stomach tightened. What the hell was going on?

"Oh, so now you want to threaten someone into lying for you? You're disgusting!" She turned to the police. "Officer, he can't provide the slightest proof of innocence, and his family is in on the cover-up, so their words mean nothing. Doesn't this make it even more obvious that he assaulted me that night?" Just then, a few people dressed like teachers walked in, their faces grim. "What? Steve assaulted someone?" The policeman blinked and asked, "Who are you?" The leading teacher introduced himself. "I'm from Koda University's admissions office. We came today to finalize our admission of the provincial top scorer, but I didn't expect to run into this."

I looked through the window when Teacher Lelouch started the lecture. A few minutes later, Principal Olivia entered the room. So, he stopped the class. I could see in her eyes that she was sad, “I must announce something to all of you,” she said to us. So, my classmates became quiet, “I want you all to know that Athena Lazaro is dead!” She sadly said. My classmates started to murmured with one another when they heard that, so Teacher Lelouch stopped them, “So that, the school administration decided to suspend for seven days the four suspects for killing Nate,” she said, which shocked us, so Elisa stood up and spoke.

She shouted and focused on her laptop again. A smile lit up her face. “It's teachers' assess day today, Mr. Hayes will be joining us today.” Ms. Melissa said with a big smile. My face drained. For fuck's sake. The teacher in question that I was in bed with this morning knocked on the door and entered the classroom. He was wearing a blouse that he bunched over his elbows, showing off skin. His beard was perfectly trimmed and he was wearing casual trousers. He looked perfect.

I shot him an annoyed look and said, "He's just a math teacher." Antoninus disagreed, "But he's dangerous." How could a teacher be dangerous? Was he going to kill someone with math problems? I angrily pulled my hand out of his grip and rubbed my sore wrist. Antoninus wanted to say something more, but when he looked behind me, he fell silent.

At least Lai did not murder any living thing in the classroom. We both walk back to the front corridor and hand the keys to the staff room. After that, the lady teacher with a mysterious glint in her voice approaches us. Maybe the interview is over. "So, how was it? Did you like the class, Miss Sharma?" She stares at her in high hopes.

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

"And we lost a lot of good men and women on the way, but it's not a good idea to dwell on that right now. I'm sure you recognize some of the faces on the lower tiers." "I think you both remember these people from our high school days," Stuart said as several faces appeared on the screen. "Vince Alessio, our gym teacher was a martial arts expert. David Williams, the sixties hippy, walked with a limp from a wound he'd received stopping a bombing while working undercover with the SDS." Another photo appeared on the screen. "Chemistry teacher Martin DeGatto, you can probably figure out he was our bio weapons expert." "I sure remember Doc. He was such a hunk. I think every girl in school had a cr