Assassination Classroom X Reader Novels & Stories

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

CHAPTER 1 NOTE TO READERS: THIS BOOK CONTAIN OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE AND BULLYING WHICH MAY SEEM OFFENSIVE TO READERS. #SayNoToBullying - IT ALSO CONTAINS S*X SCENES ***CLASSROOM*** "Did you see the way she flinched when Caleb got in her face?" Maddie's words dripped with wicked enjoyment as she took her normal place in the back of the English classroom. Trent snickered and slumped down alongside her. "Like a scared little rabbit." "You'd think the mute freak would be accustomed to it by now."

He turned Aislen’s way… Death. “Please don’t!” She cried out, her voice loud in its fright, ringing out over the other voices in the library and silencing them. She blinked in confusion, the gunman, the body, gone, and in his place a sea of staring faces. “F-king tripping,” a boy whispered. “That’s some good shit.” “Or bad shit,” his friend replied. Aislen didn’t even have the composure to blush. Her heart was racing, and her stomach churning. She did not know if she had shared someone’s vivid imagination as they read a book, their secret fantasy, a memory from the past, or a snapshot of the future…

Anna's POV --- Impossible Nobody speaks. Nobody moves. Nobody breathes. --- The Study The silence inside the room becomes unbearable. Heavy. Sharp. Wrong. --- Xavier Is staring at the photograph like the world just tilted beneath his feet. --- My Heart I've never seen him look like this before. Not during the contract leak. Not during the boardroom scandal. Not even when Madison tried to destroy us. --- This Is Different This isn't anger. This isn't frustration. --- This is fear.

They threw sharp, unfriendly glances her way, but Claudia ignored them completely, focusing on the teacher instead. “You— the new student,” the teacher called gently, pointing at her. “Please come forward and introduce yourself.” Claudia stood. “My name is Claudia Jackson,” she said simply. “Nice to meet you all.” Then she returned to her seat. A loud hiss broke the calm. Tina. The teacher paused briefly, then continued as if nothing had happened. “Today’s topic focuses on recent events in Italy,” she began. The class grew attentive. “There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.”

After the series of events from the past weeks, everything died down and everyone began settling into their normal lives, i was back tutoring evans with a renewed resolve and unshakable defence or so i thought. I was more than determined not to notice he and his sly moves. Tamine clutched the three-ring binder to her chest like a shield. She had chosen the most unromantic place possible for their first mandatory tutoring session: Classroom 214, a musty, forgotten space on the third floor that smelled vaguely of old chalk and desperation. The room was mostly empty, the low winter sun casting long, judgmental shadows across the chipped linoleum floor.

It would only seem real for a second as the man would close in on our dead bodies. He would realize that I'm still breathing, ultimately shooting me in the end. I feel a nudge come from my right side where Alec resides. I look at the dangerous man beside me. Right, he would shoot the killer first, sparing everyone's life. The classroom is dark. A few girls are crying, with others desperately trying to shush them. I feel Alec's hand on mine, and I lay my head on his shoulder, trying to calm myself down. I've run from death every day, maybe it's time to let it happen.

“Oh, Hannah, come on. He is a fresh meat for God's sake. Just tell him.“ I felt sorry for him. We were his kind just a year ago! Like it was yesterday, I entered this hallway with Hannah holding each other by hands, hoping we will make out of this mess where not just students, but the professors is trying to find classrooms. It seems like Hannah remembered that too because her face softened. “Write down. -A- means the classroom is in right way. -B- means left. From 01 till 05 is basement. We are having bunch of dead guys there on which we practice. “ She giggled when she saw how he looked at her when she mentioned dead bodies. She continued to talk and that hot nerdy guy started writing it a

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

They tidied the whole place and left one by one after cleaning the whole room. While at royal library, a teenager wearing glasses with long golden hair sat by a soft cushioned sit as he read through countless of politic books. In the training ground two teenagers are giving each a powerful strike as they crazily went for each other while the other knights who were watching felt a cold sweat covering their whole backs. A servant was sent in each grounds as they were called out by the emperor which caused them to pause what they were doing and immediately came to the palace.