Assassination Classroom X Reader Novels & Stories

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

After scanning the tokens, she then said, “Strange enough, late comers, your trio is allotted to the same classroom. There's a recruited teacher for that class, so you better put out your best. He's not yet in class, so you're quite fortunate. Class 192. Fourth floor. We nodded and thanked her, before hurrying to the hallway. We didn't dare take the stairs for fear of increasing our lateness, so we joined a group of students heading for the fourth floor, in an elevator. Jessica whispered to me. “I'm kinda nervous.” I nodded, noticing my own heartbeat. “Me too.” “Well why?” she asked. “Well, because I'm not such an outstanding cultivator,” I replied, stretching emphasis on “cultivator”. She r

My eyes scanned the class and I saw Mira, sitting in the middle row and I walked towards her in confident strides and settled down on the empty seat beside her. “Look who finally decided to come to me.” Mira said looking up from her phone, smiling. “Ugh, not now Mira.” I said with a pleading gaze. She nodded, “Yeah yeah, not now.” She said, intentionally dragging the ‘now.’ I was still talking to Mira when I heard loud murmurs in the class. I raised my head up and saw Xavier with another girl, walking into the class. The girl was very pretty with full curves. Her hand was clung on his shoulders, her body leaning into him. She was laughing at something Xavier said, then he leaned closer to he

“This is the only piece of truth you spoke in weeks.” He grabs her arm and glares at her. “Who are you?” he demands. “You are not an omega, are you?” Anna pushes him away and stands up. “I read books because I am an assassin and it is my job to hide myself in the midst of my victims’ social circles!” She reasons. “I merely happened to stumble upon the book in one of my many assassinations and it is the last book I read before I was blinded.” Lavi also stands up, not convinced with her logic.

That didn’t just happen… Xavier did not just kill a man. “Open your eyes Angela. You wanted to know what type of man I am. You wanted to know if I’ve killed someone before.” His voice kept sanding closer and closer until I felt his lips brush my right ear. “I killed a fucking cop Angela. All you need do is open your eyes and acknowledge it.” Cold sweat broke down my spine. At first, I didn’t quite feel anything. It was if the loud gunshot numbed me. If it wasn’t for the heat from Xavier’s body, I would have sworn that I am dreaming.

“Yes. Yeah. I’m fine.” We entered the class quietly. Most students were already seated. The room was wide, with long tables and glass windows that showed the morning fog outside. We sat at the back. Mira was still talking in whispers beside me. Then the door opened. And everything changed. The room went quiet. No teacher had even arrived yet, but everyone stopped moving. Cassian walked in first. Tall, sharp, deadly. He was wearing black, and his hair was dark and slick. His eyes scanned over the class like he didn't care who we were. He didn't blink. He just walked to the far corner and sat alone.

Elle said with a pleased expression. Iris smiled softly at Elle’s words as their conversation continued. Then suddenly, Elle laughed. “Iris, do you remember when we read Fifty Shades of Grey and you reacted like you had seen a ghost? You were so scared of all those BDSM things afterward.” Both girls burst into laughter. At that exact moment, the door opened again, and Xavier walked inside. The moment Asha and Elle noticed him, they exchanged a quick glance before quietly leaving the room, leaving Iris and Xavier alone together.

“Not anymore.” The moment stretched—tense, electric, crackling with something dark and unwillingly intimate. Zade’s pulse hammered in his ears. And then— They heard footsteps. Fast. Purposeful. Zade stiffened. Xander grabbed his arm. “Move.” They ran through the corridor and ducked into an unused classroom just before a group of students turned the corner, talking excitedly about the new reward. Zade pressed against the wall, trembling. Xander stood close—too close—his breath brushing Zade’s cheek.

"Front and center! Let's see what the new Death God is made of. Attack me!" I scan the brightly lit, wide-open arena. Zero shadows. Zero cover. A tactical nightmare for a former assassin. But honestly? Trying to sneak up on an eight-foot-tall giant in broad daylight sounds exactly like the kind of stupid, chaotic fun I live for. I lick my teeth, dropping into a low, predatory crouch as my dark energy flares to life. Up in the spectator stands, the elite students of Class 1 are watching me like hawks. "She looks pretty fast," I hear one of the upperclassmen whisper, nudging my vampire roommate. "Did you guys just go easy on her in the cafeteria?"

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