Classroom Assassination Season 1 Novels & Stories

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

I take a step backwards, only then realising how precarious of a position I'm in. Being a dangerous assassin isn't as interesting as anyone would like it to be when you're trapped before a Luna whom you have just discovered to be linked to the Iraka League, unarmed and without a knife, and with your body stark naked beneath her husband's clothes. She could call her guards in and have them arrest me while even accusing me of something I would be innocent of, and I would have nothing to defend myself with.

As I nodded, we walked away from there to get to our classroom. Upon entering the room, we sat down in the front while I kept moving my legs in nervousness wondering if he would actually kill me for just slapping his face when suddenly I saw my to-be murderer, Zayn walking inside the classroom with Eric and some other guys. He looked at me with his eyes still filled with rage and I immediately looked down to try to ignore his look. He walked towards my row and I gulped and breathed heavily but as he walked past me to get to the back of the class, I took a sigh of relief and waited for Mr. Liam to enter the class.

The grand windows that usually framed endless ocean views were shattered, and the peaceful quiet had been replaced with the sound of gunfire and chaos. AS03, the head of the assassin team, stood amidst the carnage. His expression was impassive as his men executed the remaining guards, their bodies slumped across the marble floors, crimson staining the pristine white tiles. The plan had been simple, get in, take her, and leave no witnesses. But Hazel wasn’t here, and neither was Harden.

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

But even as she sat in the backseat with Kate and Troy upfront, Kendall continued to mock them. Kendall: So what does it feel like? Knowing your mama's killer is so close and yet so far? Kate turned in the passenger seat, making a grab for Kendall. For the umpteenth time, Troy intercepted her and slammed her back into her seat. Troy: Next time, I'm letting her knock you the fuck out, deal or no deal. Kendall laughed. Kendall: Apologies, Your Majesty. I just can't get over the irony. Think about it, Katie. Six months. The best and brightest minds The House of Assassins has to offer on the job, and still not even a suspect?

The chaos outside seemed to fade momentarily as they entered the principal's room, a deceptive calm settling within the confined space. The principal, nervous but compliant, opened the door, revealing an empty room. He gestured for Liam to enter, and with a smirk, Liam walked towards the door. But in the blink of an eye, the atmosphere shifted once again. As Liam reached out to twist the doorknob, he felt a sudden touch behind his head. Without hesitation, he reacted, swiftly turning around and firing his weapon. The bullet found its mark, hitting Lane in the chest. Lane, who had been pushed forward by Adam, crumpled to the ground, life extinguished in an instant.

Willie Mariano would not notice them. "Okay, let's start," Raymond began. "We need to investigate who is killing our classmates. Think about the three we lost, do you want another one or add until we're all exhausted?" According to Raymond, it received a blow to the forehead from Bashie as a reason for it to touch the part where the girl hit it. "Hey, Raymond! What are you talking about?" Bashie frowned. "One of our classmates is the killer!" Clarification of it. Bashie stared at Raymond. "You know you're watching that horror so what are you thinking!" Its weak voice shouts.

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.”

, I heard him say KATE POV We were inside our room with my boys holding a gun loaded with bullets with yoo sung This is the time to eliminate the first person, we need to give them a surprise attack they will never heal or wake up from, I gave a wicked smirked Yoo sung was busying lighting his cigarette inside his mouth " yoo sung, I called him, it's time, he brought a coin as I brought out the pictures of alex family to be assassinated on the table It's time to toss the coin up, whomever it falls on it's going to be the first person that we are going to assassinate