Classroom Assassination Books Novels & Stories

It was as if he wanted the world to know who was behind the violence, taunting the authorities who had failed to catch him for five years and counting. I am an assassin too, but I kill only when sent to do so. I made sure my targets were truly evil, and my killing motives were driven by the bastard who had murdered my innocent parents. Since that day, I had vowed to eradicate all the bad people I ever set my eyes on, and Cassius was next in line.

"Look at the dark energy around you. The moment you walk into the classroom, it feels like we're standing in a morgue." "Professor Mason was perfectly healthy! If you hadn't been drawing those gloomy, twisted things every single day, how could he have suddenly died?" I sat frozen in my seat, trembling from head to toe as overwhelming pain swallowed me whole. It felt as if all the strength had been drained from me. The accusations and curses kept coming. Suddenly, I snatched up the books they'd thrown at me and hurled them right back. "Yes, I killed him! Go ahead and report me!"

That’s a death sentence. “Alpha Hades, Tyler isn’t that easy to kill,” one of the assassins who challenged me some weeks ago is quick to speak, a slight hint of fear in his voice. “And besides, we never take on Alphas. We just deal with men in power like elders and betas. I thought Alphas were off-limits.” “Tyler is different,” Hades explains. “And what makes him different?” The assassin asks again, and I suck in a breath. “You’re breaking your rules for him, Alpha Hades. You never break your rules.”

The deaths that were recorded varied according to the degree of how gruesome they were, but something that stuck out was that the most violent ones happened at sites of significance—near schools, banks, or other monumental places in the town. This solidified my theory that these deaths weren’t just mere murders or unsolved cases as the cops had classified them; they were rituals. Or at the very least, the places where the incidents had occurred were considered sacred grounds. This further confirmed that Langdon’s death was premeditated, and in the past, these assassins—or whoever was behind this—used these acts as pointers for something that was to come.

Aisha too moved on with her life without looking back. *** In Aisha's primary place of assignment, a secondary school in Ruwa village, one of her colleagues, a Corps member, wanted to give the students a class test as part of the continuous assessment. She ordered the students to remove their notebooks and textbooks from their desks so as to prevent them from copying from the textbooks and notebooks during the test. Some of the students obeyed the order while the other students were sluggish about it. The Corps member, on noticing that some of the students had not removed their books, angrily flung all the books on their desks outside the classroom through the window. That became her greates

' I shuddered at the thought. Soon I found myself standing in front of the isolated class of our school it was the class where no one came. There was a rumor about this class. That a kid had committed suicide in this room after failing the tenth class. Her name was probably Jannat. And it was said from then on a few more kids had died without any extra evidence.

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.”

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

There, I climb into bed with it, digging into my sandwich as I simultaneously open my Chemistry book, getting started where I left off this morning. The material is fascinating to me, thank goodness. I mean, I’ve studied chemistry before, but as I work my way through our assigned chapters I realize that this text has been specifically designed for precisely the kind of chemical study that an assassin might need. I frown for a moment but am ultimately unsurprised when I flip to the front of the book, looking for the author’s name. I find it, immediately under the title. Dr. Francis Neumann. I laugh, shaking my head – of course he wrote it, just for us.

Finally, she heard Mylene speak up. “Is this what you’re looking for? Assassination attempt of Mr. Valencia?” Mylene questioned for a moment, pulling out a somewhat thick binder from one of the shelves by the other side. Crystal immediately brought the books she was holding, back to the shelves as she inspected the one Mylene was holding. “Yes, this is it.” She replied, skimming through the contents of the aforementioned binder.