Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

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

Her voice was low, just for him. "Look at me." He did, reluctantly. "I've got you," she said. "I won't let anyone wrong you." Mr. Zimmer folded his hands on the desk. "The classroom does have cameras. But no audio." He pulled up the footage on his monitor and turned the screen so everyone could see. The angle was clear enough. Luca's arm swinging first. Quentin stumbling back. "That's what we have." Zachary's mouth curved into something that wasn't quite a smile.

Within moments, eight armed guards surrounded the corridor. Not to imprison her. To protect the woman who had unknowingly become the heart of the De Luca Empire. ⸻ Deep beneath the mansion… Inside the surveillance command center… Rows of monitors replayed the assassination frame by frame. Lorenzo rubbed tired eyes. Again. Again. Again. Something wasn’t right. Then… He saw it. “Freeze.” The footage stopped. One frame before the sniper fired. A waiter standing near the orchestra subtly touched his left cuff. Three seconds later…

She nodded immediately. "Let's go first," "Alright, let's go Damien." Damienitri's eyes drifted on me. We immediately stared at each other but he avoided first. Mira turned to me again when they left the door but I ignored her and grabbed my bag. I put my hands on my pocket before walking out of the room. I walked slowly while observing. Until my gaze landed on the upper part of the wall of the classrooms. Every corner of the rooms has cctv cameras. My jaw clenched as I took one step again before I stopped. I looked again at the cctv cameras and it has gradually shut down. I can feel a presence near me. If I was just an ordinary human, I won't be able to notice it and I'm sure I will be mist

The teacher herself looked tortured and I knew there was no way the woman would have anticipated what had just happened. Mr Amos was with us and some of the security guards were working on the CCTV camera so we could see what had transpired behind the scenes. I already knew what had happened but I didn't want to say anything to Sola. I couldn't tell her that I'd just spoken with a crazy Caroline, it would put Sola in a worse situation and I didn't want that. Now we were watching the cameras, all sixteen of them which recorded all the activities that went on all around the school. The cameras were not so clear to be able to pick out everyone's faces, but it was still clear enough to point out

She explained, her words laced with gratitude. "Did you see it on the live feed?" He inquired as he dashed into the building to retrieve the laptop and camera, needing to erase the evidence from the laptops' hard drive. "Yes, I saw everything; why?" "The 'badass assassin' you saw, murder everyone in the room, is Neriman!" He hissed angrily. "And I just sent her to the station with an officer; if they get their hands on the footage, she'll be sent to jail for life." He stated as he broke through the doors, frantically searching the room for the camera and laptop they used to film their obscene execution.

On the window-ledge was an impressive array of spider webs, an inch of dust, a half dozen shuttlecocks, and, weirdly, a sock, but he was able to see out for the first time since he had been brought to the gym. He watched a host of sparrows dance in the sky with open mouthed fascination before the movements of two black-clad Van Helsings patrol past drew his attention. In tracking their progress his eye caught on the window of the nearest classroom. Like the gym, it was high set, but from his viewpoint, he was looking down into it. There was a bed in that classroom and a woman sitting on it. “Weird,” he frowned.

I looked at her, then at her sobbing friend under the target, then at the third one, who was staring at the floor like she wished it would swallow her. I took a long, final pull on my cigar and crushed the ember in a crystal ashtray. "You should’ve led with that," I said, my voice dropping back into that dead, calm space. "Now, because you wasted my time, we’re going to have a very, very long night." I looked at Sergei. "Get them to the green room. And bring me the security head. I want every frame of footage from that fucking room and anyone who was around it when the incident happened."

I said and left the class. I saw Mrs Michelle pacing the corridor following staff room, I concentrate, then I felt her thoughts rushing into my head like a tornado of mixed thoughts, after sorting out her thoughts, I walked back to class and called on Hanna. "Miss Michelle asked me to call on you" I said and she gave a mischievous smile before she was followed by her two associates immediately as witness perhaps, I went over to my locker then check behind my school sweatshirt under my textbooks lies the watch, I took it secretly and move over to her seat, I know her bag was the only choice since her locker was locked, I hit her chair making her bag fall, then I quickly kept the watch inside