Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

Jake and Kane met us at the entrance, their faces tight. “She left the classroom saying she felt sick,” Jake reported. “We stepped out for two minutes after hearing a noise near the back gate. When we returned, she was gone.” Heros’s jaw clenched so hard I heard it crack. “Show me the footage,” I ordered, already moving toward the security office. The cameras confirmed it: Liora entered class. Then nothing. The feed in that corridor went dark for exactly seven minutes. Long enough for someone to grab her and disappear.

The girl studied Kevin's injuries with knitted brows, before the girl spoke in a calm tone to the man in front of her. "An assassin has managed to infiltrate Evan's room. I caught him, and I've given Evan a gun to protect himself while check things around the house. I heard some footsteps on the first floor. Most likely, they are accomplices of the assassin who snuck in earlier. Right now, all the CCTV cameras are dead. There's no signal, so we can't call for outside help. If I don't go out and finish them off, should I wait until they surround us and then finish us off without a trace?" Maya asked Kevin.

Emma sat in her office, her eyes fixed on the screen as the video played. Liam’s face appeared, his voice cold and calculated as he gave orders. Her hands trembled, and her body quivered uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face. Two accountants—two innocent lives—had been assassinated on Liam’s instructions. She wanted to stop watching. Every instinct in her screamed to turn off the video and look away, but she couldn’t. There were more clips—more evidence she had to see. If she wanted to protect her family, she had to endure this.

As the realization dawned that she was under Satan's influence, a palpable sense of dread settled over the assembled assassins. The subsequent events unfolded in agonizing slow motion. The lady's movements seemed to defy time itself as she revealed the bomb strapped to her chest. The faint beeping of the device filled the chamber, creating a dissonant symphony of impending destruction. The assassins, caught in a paralyzing moment of disbelief, scrambled to react, but their efforts were futile.

"Just... I guess I watched a lot of movies." Brian let out a short, disbelieving laugh, but he didn't push. "Right. Action flicks. Well, look, since it’s lunch and we’re already down here... we could skip the next few classes. No one’s going to come looking for us in the 'vault.'" The old Kamara, who cared about her father’s reputation and her perfect transcript would have said no. But that girl died in a cafe yesterday. "You know what? Sure," I said, a reckless spark lighting up the numbness. "Who cares?"

“Show me everything. Nothing can be withheld.” The officer assigned to security handed me the keys, and the monitor flickered to life. The hallway appeared, captured in sharp detail. Immediately, I saw the twins entering the frame. Their hands were empty, their movements calm and natural. Inside the classroom, they took only silver-wrapped tissues, nothing more. From the corner of the frame, a teacher lingered near the door, scanning the hallway like she had an ulterior motive. Her presence was strange there, and shatever intent she had was not pure in any way. I studied her carefully as the footage played.

Instead, he called Enrique, ordering him to carry out his earlier request. “I can't get us into the ceiling, but I can do this.” Dexter pointed to his phone, opening the link sent by Enrique, displaying a video inside the classroom. “You have access to the CCTV in the classroom? Cool," Narsha scooted over, watching the footage on Dexter's phone intently. He knows it wasn't the right time, but Dexter's whole body trembled because of Narsha's closeness. Dexter's heart was pounding and his breathing slowly felt heavy. Was this the first time Narsha had approached him first?

I let out another sob. “What was that? Oh, you thought it was ironic that you had a class in the same place that you were going to die? No, it’s actually not ironic. I needed to do a little research, and well, everything came out roses for me.” He closed the distance between us and leaned against the back of my chair. “I couldn’t very well drag you across campus; people would see, and I couldn’t risk getting caught. This was the perfect setup. You’d be surprised how low their security is on campus. Even the security cameras are practically from the Jurassic period. A little fenagling and boom, no more camera system.”

"Exactly! Madison's right! You're just jealous and can't stand to see anyone succeed." The crowd began to stir. Some pushed forward, some raised their phones to record the scene, and some shouted, "Stop wasting your breath and just drag her away!" I glanced at my watch. It was 8:20 am. There were still 40 minutes before it was time to check in for the exam. I eyed them coldly and said, "Move." Then, I gritted my teeth and shoved Madison hard onto the ground. She screamed in panic. Raul and the other classmates immediately scattered to help her up.

No one spoke. Matteo sat rigidly in the front passenger seat, his face illuminated by the harsh blue glow of a tablet as he meticulously reviewed the hotel’s internal security footage. Suddenly, his fingers froze over the screen. "Boss." Lorenzo looked up from the shadows of the backseat. "What did you find?" "I’ve got the pre-gala footage from the service corridor," Matteo said, turning the screen around so it faced the back. "Look at this." The surveillance footage showed the assassin entering the hotel through the basement kitchen doors two hours prior to the first dance. But he hadn't sneaked in alone. Someone had been waiting in the shadows to welcome him inside, handing him the securit