Classroom Assassination Season 1 Novels & Stories

Amid the scattered papers and crumpled textbooks, the stark inscription on the school badge shone clearly into her mind, a final, damning piece of evidence: Ninth Grade, Class Five, Skylar Vance. The master assassin, whose mind had once handled lethal complexity and unimaginable pressure, was utterly, brutally blindsided by this temporal catastrophe. “Hey, Skylar Vance! Who gave you permission to stand? Get down on your knees, now!” A high-pitched, childish voice, dripping with pure, unearned entitlement, ripped through the silence of her shock.

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

Some assassins also came to school to remove all the posters" "Wow, who could have helped me this much?" "That doesn't matter Khloe. Let's go to class for now" "Okay" and we both left for class. I will definitely get to the bottom of this. TBC...... ©️ Tricia

However, she had lost a significant amount of blood and required a transfusion. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “I promise I’ll never let this happen again.” A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he said without looking up. Maxwell entered, his expression serious. “Good evening, Mr. President,” he greeted. “How is Mrs. Jessica?” “She’s stable,” William replied curtly. “We’ve apprehended the assassin,” Maxwell informed him. “He’s a tough one, but after some… persuasion, he confessed. The person who hired him is Jennifer Holland, a B-list actress.”

Neither was he. There was something wrong with the air in first period. Honor noticed it the moment she sat down — a warmth, a kind of low hum of anticipation that didn’t match the usual Monday morning lethargy of AP English. The girls in the front row were already whispering, heads together, eyes on the door. Tara Wells had apparently dressed for a different occasion entirely, her neckline somewhere south of professional. Honor pulled her hood up and arranged her hair and decided that whatever was happening, it wasn’t her problem.

Hearing his invitation she staggered backward feeling surging overwhelming anxiety from the magnified intense glares she got from the girls present in the classroom, where Liam and his friends trying to get her killed, was the thought that ravaged her distraught mind. "SHE'S WITH ME!." Asher yelled back firmly at the boy in a deep tone while standing in front of her blocking her view from the predatory gaze coming from the three bad boys in the backseat, hearing his words Leonard's lips pulled up to a smirk as he stared impassively at Asher. "And you are? " he asked calmly, his voice echoing through the silent classroom with students watching with keen interest the unexpected scene unfolding

I took a deep breath and started telling him everything in a low voice, "Gabriel is organising a mafia gala using the 'making peace' excuse. He'll execute our whole families there. He'll spike our drinks and there'll be hitmen almost everywhere." "Lame plan," Ares scoffed to which I hummed in agreement, "I couldn't agree more." "Diana!" The teacher shouted making me clench my jaw as I slowly raised my head to look at her as she continued to speak, "first of all, you came late to class and now you're chatting with Jason! And you Jason, you're also equally responsible!" She exclaimed making me narrow my eyes at her. Responsible for what? "Go and see the principal, both of you, Right now!"

Then another silence filled the room before Gab ended the call with a disappointed face. “I am sure they did not find anyone alive,” I said. “Or any dead body in the scene, for that matter,” Almira added. “Does it mean these assassins are undefeatable?” Marco asked. “It’s not that they are undefeatable,” I answered. “It’s that the moment they draw their last breath, their body would whither. Their bones dry up, and as if that is not enough, these bones turn into dust.” “Eh!?” Matt yelped.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

“I was investigating the license plate number because this car was seen at the school on Christmas.” Maisie was shocked. “Are you sure?” “Zee, the Cliffords intervened in the Knowles’ affairs, and I suspect that this isn’t as simple as it seems. The assassination that we experienced the other day is related to an assassin organization located in East Winston. So even if Jackie has nothing to do with this matter, he’s Thomas Clifford’s grandson. He should know about this.” Nolan stared at her after saying that. “Be careful of that woman. She might be a spy who’s been assigned to approach Tristan.”