Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Wallpapers

I flip her off sweetly. Delilah watches me with a completely unimpressed expression. “Dead to me,” I mouth to her. I drag my finger across my throat in an exaggerated slicing motion. She rolls her eyes, but a small smile slips through before she turns back to the front. “Jack the Ripper,” Mr. Madden announces. A photograph appears on the digital board—grainy, black and white, and horrifying. The mutilated body of a woman sprawled in an alley. “Ew,” Tessa blurts out loudly. A ripple of disgust moves through the classroom. Some students sit up straighter, others groan softly or turn their heads away.

I shrugged and entered the class I sighed when I saw another guy seated with his hand hanging out on the second chair beside his school bag He's not as muscular as the other guy, neither is he as tall but I like his face. He's cute and he seems to be in deep thought I gently walked by the wall to the back of the class and sat on the last chair by the corner. I sighed softly and brought out my phone, I haven't even switched it on since morning I turned the phone on and saw Anibe's picture as my wallpaper. I chuckled and went to my gallery

' a paint bucket falls over and lands on the exact spot they would have been standing if Jason didn't stop them. "Hey! Who did that! I'll report you to the teachers right now!" May runs to see who tries to prank them but the assailant had vanished. "Seems like you're a targeted man Jason, how scary hehehehe" Lisa laughed a bit. (What was that, it's like I felt danger coming and it froze me... Is this wolf Sense or something... Weird) the boy was too confused to think about who was targeting him. Cafeteria The mess hall of the school was huge with white tiles on the walls. They were 5 stalls with different women serving different kinds of meals Meaty, veges, dairy, fizzy and boiled potatoes..

It taught me all the skills one should learn to be physically tough. Feeling such sentiment today, I reminded myself that it was not one of the teachings in our guild. Getting vulnerable emotionally is really the worst enemy an assassin would have to deal with. We were taught that an assassin should never get involved with things too emotionally. Because those useless emotions would only lead a person to his own doom, to his own hell. The next day, another activity was planned for the following day in accordance with the upcoming celebration for Richard Black's birthday. It is an open hunt for everyone, which means anyone who is willing to join the hunt can join.

Moments Later Medical Wing [Omniscient P.O.V] The corridors were silent. Flickering lantern light. Recovery salts on the air. Rhythmic breathing of sleeping students. A shadow detached from the ceiling. The assassin moved like oil on water. Black silk absorbing light. Jagged glass dagger in his hand. Coated in paralyzing neurotoxin. Target: the private ward at the end of the hall. The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones.

Behind me, one of the guards gagged softly. My wolf snarled violently inside my head. For one brief second, even I stopped breathing. Then I stepped inside. And froze. The room looked like madness itself had crawled across the walls. Blood covered everything. The white walls. The floor. The ceiling. Not random splashes. Arranged. Placed carefully. Like artwork. Pieces of flesh hung from nails hammered into the walls. Torn muscle stretched across wooden frames. Entrails dripped slowly from ceiling hooks while dark blood gathered beneath them in thick puddles.

Every time he walked into the room it was as if his soul was renewed. The wall was painted in the shade of scarlett, a symbol of love and passion, the floor was carpeted in a similar burgundy shade and there was a queen sized bed with clean white sheet and red weighted blanket covering the half middle part of it. From the first glance it appeared like a completely normal room, but when one looked closely they would find that the entire wall was adorned with picture frames containing none other but Vian’s face in them. Some were her pictures from during her college days, some were her more recent pictures he was able to take from the media and from the people around her who were naïve enough

Grunald’s class, unlike the others, wasn’t held in a class room. At least, not in a room that gave gratitude to the term. Where there should have been seats, there were none. The entrance was free of the confines of a door which allowed the students the freedom to walk in as they pleased. The walls, brown as mud, were covered in weapons as many as could arm an army of Nazruls, and rose so high it could have easily been mistaken for a cave rather than a room. In all things, it was the best place to teach a school of learners in the use of weaponry.

he replied before turning and heading to one of the walls where he put on the light to illuminate the room. That is when I realized that another wall was filled up with computers from top to bottom. How could our murderer be able to escape all this security system ? Finally, we all sat down and after a moment, I broke the silence. "I am failing to understand how our enemy is still capable of escaping all this security. Aslan, are you sure you checked all the CCTV cameras?"I asked staring at the beta. "I did and believe me, everything is ok and no parts of yesterday's videos are missing," he confirmed.

Chairs and desks were neatly arranged in an orderly manner, neatness was a superior entity within, two boards were drawn on the left and right side of the classroom, the left side ones depicting a difficult math solution that covered the entire board and the other a beautiful drawing which one couldn’t help but glance twice at. A map was drawn behind the board on the left-hand side and various outstanding projects hung around on the right-hand side. A table and a chair in front for teachers along with a clear whiteboard. Every single detail was accurately defined and Dina felt shivers down her spine as she felt herself returning once again to high school, it seemed that the trauma of the fir