Assassination Classroom X Reader Novels & Stories

She huffed, “all self taught. I never had anyone to ask to learn from or such. I only learned what I was able, while on the run. Before then I couldn’t even read anything or do much math. What difference does that make?” Wolferan spoke, “it doesn’t. I was just surprised by it. Most who never were taught never could read to begin. I never learned until someone sat down and taught me. It makes me wonder if you had been taught, would you have been a scholar instead of an assassin.” Leanunya looked at him, “I doubt it would have made much difference.”

Juaqin’s POV I am in an abandoned classroom in Emmanuel High School. I just escaped from prison. I am sitting on the broken teacher’s table while holding a Mini Uzi. Right now, I will do what appears to be unthinkable. I must kill students, teachers, and staff of Emmanuel High School. They should also be miserable, just like me. So, I stood up and left the abandoned classroom. Then, I shot every person I saw dead. Elisa’s POV

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

And that’s when the main bathroom door swung open again, followed by the cheerful, oblivious sound of two female students chatting about a philosophy midterm. Ivan froze. His eyes locked with mine. The message in them was clear as day. This isn’t over. In one swift motion, he shoved past me, out of the stall, and was gone, the outer door swinging shut behind him with a soft click. I slumped against the cool metal of the stall, my heart hammering against my ribs. The penknife slipped from my fingers and clattered to the floor. The two students entered the row of stalls, still talking.

I will show them what I can do to prove them wrong. "Don't get me wrong with this, Elena. But the forest where the haunt would be held has a lot of traps and is very vast. I don't want you ending up getting—" "You are looking down on me again. May I remind you that I am a first class assasin in the house of Spades, Rage. I have went through the worst training. Traps, not even death scares me at all. So don't say anything like that again as if you are just seeing me as a weak little girl who could do nothing. Because what is the truth? I am an assassin. A serial killer who had killed hundreds of lives. I've been through hell, so don't stop me from participating a simple hunt."

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

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.

She messaged Xavier informing about her leaving and rushed out of the club unknown to the eyes who followed her every action like hawk. _________________________________________________________________________ Few days back: Detention of Ashley: The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over the empty classroom as Ashley sat alone at her desk. Detention had never felt more agonizing, especially when it involved being alone with Professor Asher. Her heart raced as she stole glances at the tall, dark-haired man seated at the teacher's desk, engrossed in grading papers.

Im curious as to whats going on in his head, I muster up the courage to ask, "Whats on your mind? You look like you got wheels turning in head whats up?" He said nothing just looked at me. My gut started stirring and my palms began to sweat. No one makes Ferro nervous, but I know Roman is a cold blooded killer, worse than me. I kill to protect, Roman and his cousin Khan kill for enjoyment. They were some sick and twisted bastards. "You've grown quite fond of our little assassin huh? I mean I cant blame you, she blossomed into a real woman eh?" his voice got husky and was laced with lust.

" After that, Sean immediately left for Beverly High School. Fortunately, it was Saturday, and school was out. Therefore, there were no students or teachers in the school. The assassinator took Blake to the fourth floor of Building A. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she had fallen unconscious. Although the explosion hadn't harmed Blake directly, it had still had some impact on her. The assassin was an Orwallian man. He was robust and had a three-inch-long centipede-like scar on the left side of his face, which made him look ferocious. He stared at the unconscious Blake. There was murderous intent lingering in his blue eyes.