Assassination Classroom Wallpapers Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She never got to change from her clothes from yesterday. Poor girl, she must be so exhausted.” But before Excami could say or do anything else, Damian made her turn her attention to where he was looking at. Opposite of Hestia’s bed was her study table, full of books and notebooks and also a stack upon stack of pens and other materials, on top of the table was also her phone and laptop, as well as a tablet all in the same design and brand. But the most intriguing thing was her bulletin board right on top of her study table, pinned to the wall. Aside from a few sticky notes pinned on the bulletin board, they also noticed some mace, pepper spray and taser guns— also pinned in some way to the b

Gives the Hogwarts vibes. To my right are a row of classroom doors, demarcated with a signboard on the top that indicates the class name. "Weapon Arts." Tessa looks at the sign on the door and then checks our routine sheet to make sure that we don't embarrass ourselves on the first day of our class. "This is it. Let's go." Tessa tells me and I follow her through the door to the interior of the classroom. My jaw drops instantly in awe of the interior architecture of the class. Forget that I ever said Hogwarts. This is spectacular!

Wolferan blinked and spoke, “I feel there is no need to ask what I already know besides the only question that I have that has to do with your kills is why did you kill only bad people.” Leanunya frowned, “seriously? You just don't have any questions? Why not?” Wolferan spoke, “I already know how you killed each person. You kill everyone the same way except with those you get into a fight with. You kill them by slitting their throat during the night. I just don't know why and so that is my only question.” She looked at him and asked, “why is that important?”

Well all the assasins he had in the room at the moment were all psychopaths who takes joy in their trade. The appearance of Freckles at the weapon room where Lightning was about to exist startled the both assassins but it was Lightning who was the first to react and before the scrawny killer with a lot of freckles could react his throw was slit and left to fall to the ground with a fixed shock expression.

Soon I hear the sounds coming from it - very noisy gun shots, bomb explosions and shouts which are too exaggerated and unnecessary. I lie down and pull a pillow over my head. Before my eyes is a wallpaper of a popular musician. He is posed around a car without shirt and three women wearing just bras and panties. I don't know who started it but it was hard now to see a musician posed without nude women. In Kent's room, he too had a wallpaper of a rapper covering every corner of his room. I have never understood the reasoning behind these wallpapers used to decorate a room like the drawing of Einstein. It seems to be a foolish attempt to idolize these men.

If anything, I'd say he was what a true hunter must look like. We were inside a classroom located on the fire grounds. The walls were covered in maps and weapons, there were also piles of books and documents with information about plants and monsters living in the forest, caves, and sea. The skull of a large bear was decorating the door by which we entered the classroom. The yells from the chivalry club could be heard in the distance as they trained in the open.

They reached the area and found it dead silent even more than their previous visit. Max signaled his men to take a position in case new targets or any new members arrived who were already on good terms with Yuri just to look at the situation. The man was no doubt the most decorated Assassin in Russian Mafia. Only if he had agreed with their Boss's words, things wouldn't turn into such a mess. They entered the room. Those patches of blood were present but no bodies were found inside. It was partially visible that those bodies were dragged a little and later taken away. The messed-up house looked more horrible and haunted. All they could sense was a terrifying eerie silence.

, Gray quietly closed the door behind him. Layla sat down on the bed and looked around her room, it was beautifully furnished, the four-poster king-sized bed took up most of the room while a small lounge set consisting of two wing-back chairs and a low chaise sofa occupied the smaller half of the room. Paintings of beautiful landscapes in soft pastel colors adorned the walls while floor-to-ceiling windows filled one side of the room. She stood and walked to the windows, peeking out through the gauzy, transparent curtains at the gardens below before turning back to the bed where she began unpacking her bag.

That would have been my new wallpaper. **************

As the security footage started playing, the woman who gave him the drink was seen in the parking lot. After that, the assassins were already on their way to their room. Once they went inside, there was no footage for a couple of minutes. "We should've installed cameras in here," James muttered in dismay. They watched closely as they saw Keisha running out of their room with her hands tied together.