Classroom Assassination Books Novels & Stories

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I whispered. A fresh wave of nausea hit, memories pushing like claws against the walls of my mind, shadows of a past life I had spent years trying to understand. This book...This book was the answer. This was the ritual Darren used to kill me, to kill my baby, to take power for himself.

It hit me hard. Everything the elders taught me as an assassin was bullshit. They drilled it into my head from day one — vampires and wolves don’t mix, hybrids are mistakes, stay separate or die. Looking at these pictures, I felt sick. All those years killing, thinking I was maintaining some balance. It was all lies to keep power in the wrong hands. My chest tightened. I glanced at Noah. He stared at the same walls, eyes wide. He felt it too.

Closing my eyes remembering the pain I began to open up to Kieran about my mother's death. "Well, one day our enemies caught up to us and my mom tried her best to protect me from them. I think these assassins had been sent to find us, like they had found me in Rowena's shop.” I squeezed my eyes shut tighter thinking of the assassins turned to ash on the bookstore floor.

the man asked and pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up "I know you did your homework before coming here. Before you walk out this door, you will be dead," Ruth replied with a sinister smile "Now that we are done with the introduction, can we skip to business," Ruth requested and the man smiled "Very well, Nicholas Brown, " he began and took a long drag of his cigarette and made a puff "So the story," he said "and Mrs Hugo were power hungry and to reach their goal, they stepped on some wrong powerful toes. The assassin sent to end them could not bear to eliminate the little one alongside the parents, so he took the boy out and set the house ablaze," He narrated as Ruth listened at

So many ways to make it look like tragedy rather than murder. The assassin had been hired by High Lord Cassian Thornwood to eliminate his niece. Make it look like an accident. Leave no trace that led back to the Fae Court. And the Northern Pack Summit...scheduled in just six days...provided the perfect opportunity. Chaos. Politics. Hundreds of wolves gathered in one place. Security stretched thin trying to monitor everyone. The perfect cover for an assassination. The assassin pulled out a small notebook and added today's observations to the growing list:

One attacker dropped before he could stand. The remaining two returned fire. Bullets tore through bookshelves. Seraphina ducked behind a heavy wooden desk as splinters flew through the air. Her breathing became ragged. This wasn’t robbery. This was assassination. One attacker shouted into his radio. “Target confirmed!” Target. Not money. Not Lucien. Her. The realization hit like ice water. Matteo fired again, forcing the attackers behind overturned furniture. “Seraphina!” “I’m here!” “There’s a panic door behind the shelves!”

I caressed her hair and chuckled, "You know I kick people when I get hurt!" Meggay stared at me blankly but looked away before folding her book and putting the book in my Vanity table. I stared at the book reading 'Who is the traitor?' She was looking at the title in her book before looking at us, "In that book, The classroom consists of 20 people and one of them is the murderer, they have to find the murderer in 20 days or all of them are going to die, they put five suspects gather in the one room, and try to interrogate them, one of them tells that he didn't know what is happening, the second one denies the truth because he was with some of his friends in their dorms, the third one is not

It taught me all the skills one should learn to be physically tough. Feeling such sentiment today, I reminded myself that it was not one of the teachings in our guild. Getting vulnerable emotionally is really the worst enemy an assassin would have to deal with. We were taught that an assassin should never get involved with things too emotionally. Because those useless emotions would only lead a person to his own doom, to his own hell. The next day, another activity was planned for the following day in accordance with the upcoming celebration for Richard Black's birthday. It is an open hunt for everyone, which means anyone who is willing to join the hunt can join.

I caressed her hair and chuckled, "You know I kick people when I get hurt!" Meggay stared at me blankly but looked away before folding her book and putting the book in my Vanity table. I stared at the book reading 'Who is the traitor?' She was looking at the title in her book before looking at us, "In that book, The classroom consists of 20 people and one of them is the murderer, they have to find the murderer in 20 days or all of them are going to die, they put five suspects gather in the one room, and try to interrogate them, one of them tells that he didn't know what is happening, the second one denies the truth because he was with some of his friends in their dorms, the third one is not