Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

The machine scolded us about the war, and I didn't say anything else until we got off the jeep and went home. The next day, after our class, I waited at the pole near the building where Drake, Heiley, and Eireen's classroom is. They both knew what we were planning. I knew someone was watching them, so I had to go away with Rufus so that the spy wouldn't wonder about our movements. "Someone is watching you?" Rufus asked, looking back at me. Suddenly, the two of us were together and waiting for the three to come out.

So they went searching for her and That was when they found Hannah unconscious on the floor. Ava immediately rushed her to the school clinic while the others continued searching for Claudia. They passed sleeping security guards and a school gate left wide open before stumbling upon the horrifying sight before them— Several assassins laid lifeless on the ground. “Who killed them?” Cathy panicked, her voice trembling. “And where is Claudia?!” Red exchanged a quick look with Sofia before signaling her silently. Understanding immediately, Sofia gently pulled Cathy away from the scene. “Can someone explain what the hell happened here?” Rolex asked uneasily.

But at the same time, I felt fury rising in my chest. Lucian approached, still on the phone. “They’re checking all the school’s cameras now,” Lucian reported. “They’re on the second floor. And Henry… Theodor’s personal security confirmed he’s in the classroom with the teacher, with another agent from the team stationed outside.” I breathed harder, but I couldn’t relax. A weight still crushed my stomach. “And the photos?” Henry asked, his gaze fixed on Lucian.

Brooklyn's POV "I'm actually in the middle of something," I said, gesturing back toward the classroom door. "Can this wait until — " His hand closed around my wrist. Not roughly. Just firmly enough that stopping was the only reasonable option. A few people near the door were already looking. Someone inside the classroom had turned completely around in their seat to watch through the small window in the door. I could feel the stares landing on us like something physical. "Emerson." I kept my voice low. "People are watching."

Within minutes, everyone was gathered inside the security room, the monitor was switched on, the footage began playing, nobody spoke, the room felt tense, the teachers watched nervously, Lena stood beside me. The headmaster focused on the screen, I crossed my arms and waited. The recording showed the classroom during lunch break, students moving around, children talking, normal school activities, the Lexa left her seat. A few seconds later, Willy appeared, the room became completely silent, nobody moved, nobody blinked, we watched Willy look around carefully, we watched him reach into his pocket. Then we watched him place the missing pen directly inside Lexa’s bag, the footage left absol

He didn't give him a chance to respond before firing his gun at the center of his head in one smooth shot. Blood leaked from the hole on his head onto the shiny black tiles of Darius’ office. The instructions were not needed before the men took him away and the cleaning crew dashed in to take care of the mess. “Ah Alina! Come, come forward.” Darius waved for her to move closer to him seated behind the dark brown and white mahogany desk.

I said. “I’d rather die.” She spat and grabbed the linen. She hissed as she stumbled out of the class. The back of my head ached. Fuck. I was usually more controlled and level headed than this. So, what the hell was I doing? “Let’s begin.” I said, and walked to the front of the class. I waved my hands and all the tables and chairs disappeared, leaving shifting grounds. “The class for today is Shifting.” I said, and was about to continue when my watch buzzed. The watch was different from the Academy's main wristwatch.

I never liked to sit with them when they were discussing how to kill someone and dispose of the body, and I shifted slightly in my chair. “It’s not going to be that kind of conversation I promise you, but you’ll want to see the CCTV footage yourself.” Big Mac checked his watch. “Our tech guy will join us in a minute and we can all watch the video, I’ve watched it but you have to see it with your own eyes.” It was obvious this person was someone we knew, I doubted I knew the person because I hadn’t made many friends and I had no idea who my enemies were. “Sorry for the delay.” A lanky guy rushed into the room, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. He pushed the big glasses on his no

As he swept the flashlight through the windows of the abandoned classroom, the light beam suddenly stilled on the floor. Mr. Stark had seen my hand. It was cold and pallid, my fingers still frozen in the painful spasms that had seized me before death, clutching a torn piece of my exam admission document tightly. Mr. Stark froze. Then, he leaned closer to the glass windows to look inside. "Hello? Is anybody inside?" He tapped on the window and grabbed the walkie-talkie from his belt. "Hello? Is this the academic affairs office? There seems to be a student lying motionless in the abandoned classroom on the third floor."

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.