Classroom Assassination Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bullet casings littered the floor, evidence of countless hours spent perfecting their deadly art. As Emine continued her exploration, she noticed a corner dedicated to intelligence gathering and analysis. Here, assassins pored over maps, blueprints, and surveillance footage, piecing together the puzzle of their targets. Computer screens flickered with encrypted messages and intricate algorithms, highlighting the basement's connection to a vast network of information.

Nonetheless, they listened and none of them made a sound. "Go on the left," Ares spoke up, nodding to the left of the door to the dining room which was closed. I nodded my head as we slowly made our way towards the door, each of us taking one side. We were waiting when the door was slowly and cautiously pushed open. Ares and I made no movements an stayed hidden beside the door. As soon as one of the men stepped in, I shot him dead with my silencer. Another one entered just after the one I killed. He was about to shoot me but I was quick to react. I quickly kicked the gun out of his hand while Ares shot him right in his forehead. He fell on the ground, dead.

Dante followed me out of the auditorium the second Thorne dismissed the class for a brief intermission. We pushed through the double doors, bypassing the crowded main hallway and slipping into an empty, glass-walled study room near the back of the building. I locked the door immediately, dropping my messenger bag onto the conference table and bracing my hands against the edge. The adrenaline from the public confrontation finally peaked, sending a rushing sensation through my ears. We had just survived a carefully crafted assassination attempt on our academic careers, successfully turning the entire room against the person who orchestrated the attack. Dante dropped his jacket onto a chair and

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.”

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

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.

“I’m sure Jaxon and baby Hunter will love it. Just keep me updated.” “Sounds good,” she replies cheerfully. “We’ll talk later.” Once she disconnects, I sort through the information on the laptop. Emotion wells up in my chest as I read through the events that occurred that night. Micah was pretty thorough. Jaw tight, I review the pictures of the men Micah assassinated that night. I never asked him how he did it. I guess I didn’t want to know. But seeing the men’s lifeless bodies lying around a room as if they are asleep elevates my respect for what Micah does. For some reason, I assumed he went in guns blazing and shot each man. Or that he cut their throats with the nasty blade I saw him hold

I challenged her. "Okay fine, I'll tell you, AS stands for Assassination Society and as you can see from the name, they are the ones who are given assignments to assassinate someone and the ones who give them these assignments are their BIG SHOT client who wants their mess to be cleaned or enemy to be killed accidentally or in natural death without them being linked to that death," the woman began to explain everything to us. And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is.

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

I eased the door open and spotted a lone guard across the hall and through the doorway, flipping through a book on the shelf. So that’s why we got in so easily—this idiot’s slacking off. I inched the door open, soundlessly approaching him from behind. “Think he’s snooping?” Cece asked, amused. With a smile, I snuck up behind him, reached up, twisted, and snapped his neck. It’s been a while since I’ve killed like this—efficient, bloodless, leaving no trace behind. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever snapped this many necks in a single day.