Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

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.

Mable looked at the phone handed to her by Blair and was confused. “What?” “Classroom surveillance video.” Mable’s eyes lit up as she took the phone. As expected of the great hacker Blackwood. He easily hacked into the school’s surveillance system in less than a minute. At that moment, in the classroom, Spike was holding Nicki’s hand as they stood on the podium. The teacher was introducing them to the other kids. After the introduction, the teacher asked the two kids to introduce themselves.

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.

Ken’s pov I watched the court case over and over on my phone while waving my glass of whiskey in my hand. I then paused it and stopped looking at the phone and looked at the liquid in the glass before hearing clamoring in the hallway. I could hear my assistant running after somebody and yelling that the person shouldn’t be here, and I knew it was my spy and assassin. Taking my gun, I latched it under the table and behaved like nothing was wrong. The door burst open with the man coming in as well as my assistant.

My throat tightened as a wave of panic surged through me. I paused the video, staring at the hand frozen on the screen. I could almost see the person’s face behind it, obscured but tangible. I could almost feel the weight of their gaze on the twins, their intention clear in a silent, threatening gesture. Someone had been inside the classroom. Someone had watched my children, unimpeded, and had filmed it with the sole purpose of reminding me: nothing we did would go unnoticed. Nothing we did would go unchallenged.

I knew the look of people trained to kill things they didn’t understand. At first it was one or two in a class, sitting too straight, taking too-perfect notes. Then by Wednesday, they were everywhere. Cafeteria. Library. Gym bleachers. Even at practice, standing near the locker rooms with fake excuses about “touring the facilities.” They weren’t watching the humans. They were watching us.

He showed us the way, and we followed. In the video room, we were shown the security camera footage from the hallway outside Manuela's classroom, at the time PH had indicated. We could clearly see a large, completely suspicious-looking guy emerge from behind a pillar after PH left the room, speak to a girl, appear to hand something to her, and then the girl entered Manu's room.

This time, Berriwott had tears streaming down his cheeks as he gave away the names of his accomplices “Janon Trueman, Lilith Malfoy, Vox Madero and Kalifa Zeidner.” Khronos hummed and I was honestly surprised. Janon struck me odd when he didn’t bother to increase his security after the Night Walker’s killing spree so I imagined he was innocent. Now that I had names, there was only one thing left to do. “You will count to a hundred after your ropes are undone before triggering the device Rion handed you. You will remain seated where you are and tell no one about what happened in this room.”