Classroom Assassination Books Novels & Stories

This was the Luna's private wing, so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat. I stopped in front of a door. Elena's room. I pushed the door open and walked inside. And I froze. The room was completely empty. All the furniture was gone. The closets were bare, the bookshelves empty. Even the rug had been removed, leaving only the naked wooden floor. This had been Elena's world. Her books, her clothes, the plants she'd grown herself, the little trinkets she collected. Now, there was nothing. I walked to the window.

“I could not. I figured that I shouldn’t. I’ll go visit her after she’s been buried.” “I haven’t said this since, and I’m sorry, but, I am so so sorry for your loss, Mason.” Mason nodded his head at Kiara and then returned to look at Kirill. “So, what’s up? Did you clear your doubt?” “They killed her,” he said, sitting upright. “Not again, Mason.” “There was a mark on her neck. It was strangulation. Lyra saw it too, right?” Lyra nodded her head and then breathed out.

Assess. The hands on me. They were firm, but… there was a difference. I’d spent years in a world of men; their grips, their shifts in weight, the way they manhandled you. All the people I’d put down had been men. These hands, even through gloves, lacked that… heft. The pressure was distributed differently. Softer bones. Women. An assassin? Doubtful. Their movements were clumsy and were fueled by nervous energy, not cold precision. No, this wasn’t professional. This was personal. They weren’t here to kill me; they wanted to scare me.

Nadine finally understood everything, never expecting such a thing to be happening. She inhaled a deep breath and said, “It’s no wonder so many people by the same name were killed and buried here. It turns out that they were assassinated according to someone’s hit list. Hence, you came to see me because you suspect that they were assassinating Wyvern Peak’s soldiers based on the book auctioned by Fowler House ten years ago, right?”

I exclaimed surprised at seeing books in bars for the first time. "Some books are in bars because they are dangerous," he said. "But some books are not imprisoned, most of them are..." I paused when my eyes skimmed through the shiny title of my favourite book series 'Throne of Glass', "Well, at least my favourite assassin is not behind the bars." Then I realised that we were on a school tour and not a book tour. I turned towards him and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry let's go, I got a little carried away with books."

Argus’s heart stopped for a second. He guessed what could have happened. Both of them ran down the stairs towards the place where the shrieking was coming from. It was from the great hall. Karmen laid sprawled on the floor with a knife plunged into his chest. Blood was spilling from the wounds of his chest. Platters of food laid scattered everywhere. It seemed there had been a fight, a hustle maybe. Selene dropped down on the floor beside her father’s body and cried. A blood-chilling cry of a heartbroken daughter. He was her everything. She threw herself upon his chest and sobbed. His body was cold, lifeless and his eyes were full of horror. Of course, when sons betray their fathers, they di

I needed to know what it is or else I have this feeling that I will lose my mind. Or else I have this feeling that I can lose myself when she got killed. Which is insane, right? I, Alpha King Lucas Haze, born with nothing but the power bestowed upon my faith is afraid for a woman’s life. A woman that I’ve barely known. “ Oh, I won’t kill her Alpha Riley. Because when that time comes that she became the hole of our plan, the liability of our throne, I will make you kill her without mercy,” he finally said before throwing the book on the ground and exiting my office.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

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.