Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

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 scene that greeted her was not unusual but it still choked her up every time she had to witness it, it was the one thing that she hated the most about being here, but one of many that she couldn’t change. Adrian was perched on the armrest of the couch while Alyssa sat on the couch beside him, her head resting against his chest as he she wept into his shirt, her anguished sobs filling the room and drifting into the hall outside. Layla moved to sit on the other end of the couch beside her and looked up at Adrian, whose face looked like it was carved from stone. His face was devoid of emotion but she could tell from the subtle clenching of his jaw and glittering intensity in his eyes that h

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.

Hearing his invitation she staggered backward feeling surging overwhelming anxiety from the magnified intense glares she got from the girls present in the classroom, where Liam and his friends trying to get her killed, was the thought that ravaged her distraught mind. "SHE'S WITH ME!." Asher yelled back firmly at the boy in a deep tone while standing in front of her blocking her view from the predatory gaze coming from the three bad boys in the backseat, hearing his words Leonard's lips pulled up to a smirk as he stared impassively at Asher. "And you are? " he asked calmly, his voice echoing through the silent classroom with students watching with keen interest the unexpected scene unfolding

Vincent’s P.O.V. "I am glad that nothing happened that we had expected, but it doesn’t mean that the threat has gone. I watched the surveillance. A few people looked suspicious, but they didn’t give away any hint or a reason to keep suspecting them, and I am pretty sure that there was no one with dark green eyes. Two people had green eyes, but with their physiques and social status, they couldn’t be assassins.” Caellum spoke calmly, but he was serious.

"Tracking teams are already out in the woods looking for a scent trail. But you need to come inside right now. You need to see the security footage." Marching furiously into the packhouse, Chandler followed his Beta down into the sterile security office. Several technicians stood nervously around a large bank of glowing computer monitors. Quinton leaned over a keyboard and tapped the spacebar. "Watch this closely." On the grainy, black-and-white CCTV footage, a single masked man moved smoothly through the dungeon hallway. Chandler watched the screen in stunned silence. The assassin moved like air, slipping flawlessly between the camera rotations. He killed the two guards with terrifying, mec

I shook my head and increased my pace, trying to keep up with Edwin's long strides as he turned left. Soon enough, we were standing in front of a black mahogany door. He knocked on the door and waited. "Come in." A deep and low voice answered from inside. Shivers wracked my whole body and cleared my throat for the hundredth time this morning. The voice held so much authority and masculinity. "Alright, Miss Kayla. You may go in now. Mr. Marcello is ready to see you," Edwin announced, and I swallowed. Hard. I nodded my head and thanked him.

I owed her a proper conversation and explanation. Liam volunteered to accompany me to the classroom, his hand finding mine as we walked across campus. I could feel the watchful presence of the security team that Carlos had insisted follow us back to school. They were discreet, dressed like regular students or maintenance workers, but I had learned to spot the telltale signs - the earpieces, the way their eyes constantly scanned our surroundings, the coordinated movements that spoke of military or security training.

Justin followed along as well. Only Jayden was able to access the security footage in the classroom as they were directly transmitted to the Smith Group, Damien Family, The Imperial, and the military compound. A few minutes later, they finished watching the security footage and the truth was revealed, it was indeed Anne who placed the lipstick into Luna's bag when the latter went to the washroom. The security cameras had clearly captured everything. In fact, there were more than 5 security cameras in the classroom, there were 7 or 8 of them, placed in different places to monitor the classroom from different angles.