Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

For some reason, Nicholas couldn't help but feel that something was off. Hours later, they settled, and Nicholas moved around inspecting the environment, his sharp eyes scanning for anything that seemed out of place. That's when he saw it. A small surveillance camera was in the corner of the room. It was so small that it was nearly invisible. His blood ran cold. “Mason” he let out a low growl. “Mason” he barked this time, scaring Alison in the process. “What happened” Mason appeared soon after, his face neutral.

"We need to talk." I frowned at him. “About what?" My voice came out hoarse and my throat was raw. "I already told you, those girls started it." "I saw the video." He stopped at the foot of the bed and his expression unreadable. "Lucas sent me security footage from the Academy." My stomach dropped. Damn it… I didn't expect there would be CCTV cameras in the classroom. I forced my face to calm down and shrugged. "Then you know they attacked me first.”

There were no words. Just an attachment. Frowning, I tapped the image. At first, it looked blurry. Dark shapes behind frosted glass. Then my stomach dropped. Two figures. Standing extremely close together inside a classroom. One taller. One leaning forward slightly. Even distorted through the blurry quality, I recognized us immediately. My breathing stopped. The timestamp at the bottom corner read: BLACKWOOD HIGH — ROOM 214. The classroom. My fingers suddenly felt numb around the phone. No text followed. No threat. No explanation.

Mia and Axel, entered their classrooms, ready to embrace the day's learning. As Mia and Axel stepped into their class, their eyes immediately fell upon Desmond, who had been assigned a different seat. They exchanged concerned glances, aware that the school had taken the drastic step of installing CCTV cameras in the classroom. The unidentified culprit responsible for recent mischief and disruptions had yet to be apprehended, and the heightened security measures sent a shiver down Mia's spine.

*Aaron's POV* The final bell rang. For the first time in years, I didn't move immediately. I remained seated in my chair, staring at the window beside me. The classroom slowly emptied. Students laughed. Talked. Made plans. Normal things. Meanwhile, my thoughts were somewhere else entirely. The DNA results. My jaw tightened. The investigator had texted earlier. The report was ready. I finally grabbed my bag and stood. My black watch caught the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows.

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.

What has happened again, he asked himself and took his time to calm himself. Ever since he had been introduced into the spying job, he had been taught to keep his head calm even though he know that he is going to be killed in the next seconds. Keeping his head calm will let him see what he was supposed to see and do what he supposed to do at the right time. "What's wrong sir? Clint said. "We have arrested two students who stole drugs from the school dispensary. Clint sight, so they do this here, on the school that they have tight security and security cameras installed everywhere.

And I am sure none of the teachers that taught in the classes I had today even bothered to find out why I wasn't in attendance. Not a single person came into the classroom where I laid and no one even cared to look at the CCTV footage of how a girl entered a classroom but never came out. Classrooms in our school don't have cameras but the corridors do. The security system of this place obviously sucks. And it is in the custody of our pack. I can imagine how that happened. My ears fill with gossips and talks amongst the students and I can easily hear what they are talking about because of my sharp and sensitive werewolf hearing.

I see their slight yellow glow underneath his black hood. "He has come for you..." "What do you mean, he's come for me?" I spit out. "Who's come for me?" The Watchman turns around, kneeling to pick something up, then takes three long strides in my direction. He reaches out, and without thinking, I open my hand, allowing him to drop a cool metal chain. I know exactly what it is and my face gets hot as my heart begins to pound with fury. It's the gold necklace Aunt Kelly gave Zack to commemorate his graduation from the fire academy. He wore it every day and I know without a shadow of a doubt he was wearing it the day we buried him. I squeeze the necklace in my hand, slammed with a flood of emo

He only climbed to the third floor, yet the entire aboveground section of the administrative building fell within his perception. There were no blind spots. There were sixty-four people inside. Only three were awake, gathered in the monitoring room. They weren't watching the surveillance feed at all but huddled around a phone, watching a movie. Ray couldn't hear the sound, but a quick scan of the screen told him everything—it was one of those erotic romance films from Jayzepan. Jayzepan… He thought of the Jayzepanese female assassin he had "taken care of." It hadn't been that long ago, yet it felt strangely distant now.