Assassination Classroom X Reader Novels & Stories

"Just now... someone tried to assassinate me. Just a tiny fraction of a second more... and I would have been killed." Xavier’s dark eyes swept down toward the three bullet casings glinting on the hardwood floor, and the sheer force of his grip tightened significantly. It was as if his muscles desperately desired to crush her straight into his own chest, making her a permanent part of his body so no one could ever touch her again. Thank God... thank God my units arrived in time. The Rational Retreat

Julia glanced back once, her face unreadable as Hannah followed. A pulse still throbbed beneath her skin—phantom pain where the needle had been. This wasn’t a game. This was a labyrinth of power, loyalty, and poison. And she was already inside. Back at the dorm, the silence was thick. Everyone was asleep. Xavier locked the door behind him, flicked his cigarette into a half-empty glass, and dropped his coat on the back of the couch. He sat down slowly. Leaned back. And for a moment, he simply… breathed.

And if anyone else has something to say, I suggest you say it now while I’m still being polite. Dead silence. And then the door swung open. In walked Xavier. In a hoodie, with fire in his eyes. He didn’t say a word. Just walked straight over to my desk, pulled me out of the chair in front of the entire class… And kissed me. No hesitation. No shame. Just full, raw, possessive lips on mine like he needed to brand me with his mouth. When he pulled away, I was breathless. He turned to the class. You post one more thing about her, and I swear to God, you’ll learn what real power feels like. And trust me it won’t be pretty.

Jaxon’s grip on my wrist was unyielding as he hauled me through a side door into a space that looked less like a gym and more like a gladiator’s prep room. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, worn leather, and cold steel. Heavy mats covered the floor, scarred from countless impacts, and a wall rack held an intimidating array of weapons that gleamed under the harsh lights. “Welcome to your new classroom,” Jaxon said, releasing me with a slight push. His amber eyes scanned me, looking for any sign of weakness. “You talked a good game out there with the club. Let’s see if there’s anything behind it.”

She said proudly and Alexander can’t help but smile as he listens to Cassiopeia who is already thinking of what to bake again. *** The minute I woke up, I already dread going to school. It’s going to be so awkward seeing them and avoiding them. It’s a good thing though, I can be alone again and eat in peace. I slowly trudge my way to the classroom and thankfully, they’re still not there yet. I opened the book I was reading last night; I was in the middle of reading when someone opened the door. From my peripheral vision, I know that it’s Xander. I didn’t give him a glance as I go back to my reading, and he didn’t acknowledge me too, so it was fine.

The whole class starts to get in once he gets out, one by one and I quickly hide the sandwich and chew my food quickly and take out my books quickly. I look at the watch. It's already eight by the way and the whole class is already in. I steer my head towards Xavier's desk. He is still not in the class. Will he not come to the school today? Is he badly hurt? Is he okay right now? Lots of questions come down flowing down my mind when I see his desk. I cant stop staring at his desk and remembering what he had done for me last day. He is indeed a bad guy and isn't scared of stabbing someone but the thing I saw in his eyes was he was someone who would protect the one that belongs to him till his

I sigh, knowing she is right. “Don’t I get a pass for almost dying?” “Afraid not.” I groan as we enter the classroom. My breath hitches when I see Xavier sitting by the window staring out; I forgot he was in the class. My eyes stay on him as I walk to my seat as if I willed it; he turns to me as I sit. Our eyes stay locked for a moment as my heart races in my chest, but he turns away. I sigh. Well, I guess nothing has changed since the movies. I turn to face the teacher. Putting my bag on the ground, I whisper a silent prayer hoping she doesn’t call on me today.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

It wasn't my fault you almost got killed, blame yourself and blame my wolf. I was walking out of the toilet with such boldness and a hardhearted mind that I didn't care what people would say about me. No one died in my hands, so I ain't a murderer. Okay? I stood by the door, Xender was talking with the literature teacher. The class was so quiet, and that's unlike them. They were never this quiet before.

As I nodded, we walked away from there to get to our classroom. Upon entering the room, we sat down in the front while I kept moving my legs in nervousness wondering if he would actually kill me for just slapping his face when suddenly I saw my to-be murderer, Zayn walking inside the classroom with Eric and some other guys. He looked at me with his eyes still filled with rage and I immediately looked down to try to ignore his look. He walked towards my row and I gulped and breathed heavily but as he walked past me to get to the back of the class, I took a sigh of relief and waited for Mr. Liam to enter the class.