Assassination Classroom Wallpapers Novels & Stories

On a small styled hook behind the chair. There was about thirty of the chairs, all well arranged on the black marble tiled floor. The classroom walls were painted in ash colour while the windows were trimmed with white paint. A huge white board stood proudly in front of all the rows of chairs. Two plants in white flower pots stood at each side of the screen. The teachers desk was some feets beside the board. There was a small golden hamster in it's wheel on a cupboard at the back of the class. Andrew looked around at the name tag kept on each desk top.

Donna West said nothing, but fixed me with a cold look. The classroom was empty and lit only by the cool gray light coming through the windows. A bulletin board next to the door was decorated with a paper border printed with autumn leaves. An 8x10 photo of a woman in a NASA uniform was pinned there next to a photo of a space shuttle and the words “Math is out of this world” spelled out in cut-out letters across the top. “I’m sorry to barge in on you like this,” I said. “It’s becoming a habit,” she said.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

the leading examiner said. He moved forward a couple steps and watched over the crowd intently. "Oh not this…" the examiner earlier said. The leading examiner let out his powerful presence. The whole room was filled with the examiner's presence. Everyone felt it and turned their attention towards the stage. And then he let out his loud voice, "Silence! you insects.." "What the…?!" Tim reacted. "Heh, it seems he's still the same as before." Pulte said to himself. "What's with all this ruckus about? Did you all come here to talk to one another or are you here because you want to join the Wall guards?" Shoan angrily shouted.

She has to find him no matter what! Flora started walking in the long corridor, discovering the department. It was vast with many rooms and no windows. It was dark with some yellow lamps on the walls that had a faint light. The corridor had very high sailing. Maybe five meters? Flora was not sure, for she wasn't able to see the sailing. It was too dark to be seen. The wall was full of paintings. But they were not any paintings. They were the gloomiest paintings Flora has ever seen. There were some good imitations of 'Massacre of the innocents, 'The Temptation of St. Anthony', 'The Nightmare', 'Hell', 'Saturn Devouring His Son', 'Diomedes Devoured by Horses', 'Smiling Spider' and 'The garden

It was one of the many doors on the long corridor that we were in. Once we stepped inside, my eyes bulged with perplexity. While the room took the form of a classroom, it looked nothing like a normal classroom. Yes, there was a whiteboard with words written on it in red ink, but it was not a normal classroom. While the seats were just eight comfortable-looking couches, on the stools beside the seats were different types of weapons. At first, I thought it was we had walked into a BDSM classroom because of the whip my eyes caught. No, it was a display of weapons that could end a person's life in seconds.

He had expensive oil paintings with an almost edgy theme decorated on the walls. Huh. Guess the cold and stern man next to me did have some colours in his life. His room was cozy, with several doors I was sure led to other rooms. I jumped when I felt an arm bound itself around my squishy waist. "I'm sorry," I breathed out. "Your interior had me stuck in another world for a sec. I just haven't seen anything like this in," I paused for a few seconds, "forever." He hummed and moved to stand in front of me. He tipped my chin to his face, before saying, "Although I prefer to always have those pretty eyes on me," My lips parted when he leaned down a little. "I like seeing your pretty eyes widen a

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

Maybe I could breathe. The lecture hall for Art History 201 was already buzzing when I slipped through the heavy wooden doors. The room was a cavernous space with tiered seating, faded posters of Renaissance masterpieces plastered on the walls, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Morning chatter echoed off the high ceilings—scraping chairs, rustling papers, snippets of gossip about weekend parties. I scanned the rows, my heart lifting slightly when I spotted Jenna waving eagerly from the second row, her wild curls bouncing like she was signaling a rescue plane.

Don’t forget who you are when they try to file you down. Then she turned toward the west wing. Salle C looked like a chapel that had given up on God and decided to worship velocity instead. High windows let in a washed-out light that turned dust motes into lazy ghosts. The gleaming floor bore the faint scuffs of a thousand impacts, quiet testimony to years of rhythm and aggression. Racks of foils and epees lined the walls like orderly threats. Old black-and-white photos of champions stared down, all hard eyes and humorless mouths.