Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

I should have walked away but I peeked through the small opening. Professor Reed sat at his desk with his pants open. His hand stroked his thick cock while he watched a video on his screen. My heart stopped when I saw what was on the video. It was me. In the locker room after gym class last month. The camera angle showed me from the side as I peeled off my sweaty top. My full breasts bounced free in my sports bra. Then I bent over to remove my shorts and my ass filled the screen. I looked around the office in shock. There were small hidden cameras on the shelf behind his desk pointing toward the students' chairs.

I usually find trackers in my room and I know there is surveillance in my room and it wasn’t Thane White, Serena’s father doing. No sane man would watch live footage of his daughter’s room, that’s if he isn’t a crack who has incestuous fetishes. So far my evaluation says he isn’t nuts! Truth be told I didn’t even give a damn who it was. If I was to do something about it, it would alert the culprit to be more stealth and Mr. White seemed to know about them. It was just a theory, but I am sure the resident of this house tends to ignore the skeptical all the while questionable behavior of some of their staff.

My mind raced, calculating my options. I could fight. I could disarm the officers before they had time to react, create a diversion, disappear into the night. But that would mean more blood. More innocent people getting caught in the crossfire. I glanced at the terrified faces of my classmates, their wide eyes reflecting the image of a monster. They weren’t just looking at a criminal—they were looking at something inhuman. It hurt more when looking at Mason and Abel, they didn't recognize me. They looked at me like I were the devil.

Mom and I could only accompany her and try to always be by her side. A few moments later, Mark knocked on the door, then entered the room carrying his tablet. “Sir,” he greeted me. “Yes. What is it?” I asked. “There’s something you need to see.” He handed me his tablet. A video appeared on the screen. It was CCTV footage of the assault on Hannah that had taken place some time ago. The video showed three mysterious people wearing black clothes, jackets, and hats entering the women’s restroom after Hannah entered. One of them was even carrying a strange package in his right hand.

Someone who wasn't supposed to be there had walked into my son's classroom and given him something that could have killed him. Later that afternoon, after Theo had been moved to a regular room for observation, Julius's security team arrived with a tablet showing the footage. There wasn't much to see. The camera in the hallway outside Theo's classroom showed a woman in a dark hoodie and sunglasses approaching the teacher while she spoke with a parent. The woman said something, gesturing toward the classroom. The teacher looked distracted, nodded, and pointed inside. The woman entered the classroom. The angle didn't show much of what happened inside, just children's heads visible through the w

🤹🤹🤹ASSASSIN🤺🤺🤺 He watched his target's head roll down to the desk. He watched his target, waiting him out while his body jerked and jerked and jerked. He watched until his target stopped breathing, his body going lax. He turned and walked away the same way he came. Going through the door, he passed all the dead bodies he killed to get in. It had proven hard for him to enter when he first tried all the invisible methods. At last, he went through the front...after cutting off the alarms and disconnecting the CCTVs.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

It's just too much for a person to handle, let's not forget while she's going on with the rites, she might get tired of it, and then she can choose to commit suicide straight away. "Stace do you know your husband's last words... No you don't, well according to the police, Mike was facing the assassin and some people saw him through their house window, Your husband said something like 'don't hurt Lilian, please don't hurt Stace' so do you know what that means?!!" Aunty Betty screamed her voice laced with anger, my mom is just too stubborn. "Why would you draw a triangle as the head of an human being?" I asked Jane and she looked up immediately, giving me those 'You've got to be kidding me' lo

Had to do it with expensive dishware and gourmet food. My eyes went to the corner of the room. To the small red light blinking near the ceiling. The camera. He was watching. Right now, probably. Sitting in his office or wherever he went after he killed people, watching me on a screen to make sure I stayed contained. I stood up and walked toward it. Slowly. Each step deliberate. Stopped directly underneath and looked up at that blinking red eye. He wanted to watch? Fine. Let him watch this. Tears were already burning in my eyes. I didn’t try to stop them. Just stood there and let them fall while I stared into the camera, into wherever he was on the other side of it.

THE TRAPPED ASSISTANT. Nathan’s POV. The study was quiet for a brief moment before I motioned for Mark to guide Clara straight into the kitchen area where the high-definition security camera was positioned, and the transition from reviewing the recorded tapes to confronting the assistant directly was completely smooth. I walked into the kitchen with Mark right behind me, blocking Clara’s direct path toward the service elevator door while she stood near the counter holding a tray of afternoon snacks. She froze the moment she saw my face, dropping the silver tongs onto the tray with a small clatter as Mark stepped sideways to cover the secondary exit hallway.