Classroom Assassination Season 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said and waited for my response excitedly. "There are 6 Acts to run this show. Act #1: Assassination of the Crown Prince. This particular assassination is referring to the woman who was sent by the Empress to eliminate the crown Prince and make you--the current Empress' son--the next in line for the throne. But since you came here, this was our encounter when we first met each other and tried to kill each other. Jeez, I made a fool of myself and ruined my first impression." I remembered that humiliating scene that made me loose my appetite.

"Front and center! Let's see what the new Death God is made of. Attack me!" I scan the brightly lit, wide-open arena. Zero shadows. Zero cover. A tactical nightmare for a former assassin. But honestly? Trying to sneak up on an eight-foot-tall giant in broad daylight sounds exactly like the kind of stupid, chaotic fun I live for. I lick my teeth, dropping into a low, predatory crouch as my dark energy flares to life. Up in the spectator stands, the elite students of Class 1 are watching me like hawks. "She looks pretty fast," I hear one of the upperclassmen whisper, nudging my vampire roommate. "Did you guys just go easy on her in the cafeteria?"

Nine smiled, catching sight of me before giving me a glass of water “I should be proud to see that you are still fit despite everything that you have been dealing with” “I was trained by the ancient assassin, what else do you expect?” I winked. Nina laughed, shaking her head at me, I nodded toward the door, shaking my head in question “what’s gotten up his panties?” Nina stayed quiet for a few seconds, nodding at me to follow her. We entered the storage room beside the kitchen and I frowned in confusion, waiting for what she was going to say. Nina barricaded the door before turning to face me, muttering a low chant under her breath “the room is now soundproof, no one can hear what we’re sayi

*Crash* The sound of glass shattering echoed in the room. “Where is she?” A deep voice asked coldly. In the dark room, a man in his mid fifties sat on a chair, a cigar dangling on his lips. His gaze was sharp and piercing. “She hasn't come back since she went on the mission master Grey,” A shaky voice of a young man responded. Sebastian Miller, who is the head of the red light district, an underground assassination empire and the adoptive father of Elena.

I walked into the hall, my strides fast as I turned on the LED and there the news was showing. "College student Riley Miller on a run after murdering her classmate.." The news anchor said.

It taught me all the skills one should learn to be physically tough. Feeling such sentiment today, I reminded myself that it was not one of the teachings in our guild. Getting vulnerable emotionally is really the worst enemy an assassin would have to deal with. We were taught that an assassin should never get involved with things too emotionally. Because those useless emotions would only lead a person to his own doom, to his own hell. The next day, another activity was planned for the following day in accordance with the upcoming celebration for Richard Black's birthday. It is an open hunt for everyone, which means anyone who is willing to join the hunt can join.

I asked looking curious as I stared at all the nurses one by one, they a had this nose covers and I was trying to spot my mom, because she might be amongst them. "She's here, but other people are here so you can't communicate with her, the assassins can be any where." Aunty Betty whispered as she patted my back. No wonder she lied that I'm her daughter, so these assassins mean business, but why me and why is it my family? "Okay." I uttered before cleaning my face, trying to make it look like I was not crying. It was time to go as some men came to carry the dead body followed by some of the villagers.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

The Lucien who with one kiss manifested sensations I’d never experienced before. I had stood at his door last night, longing for his touch. That man had vanished, replaced by this bitter, twisted assassin who didn’t care about anyone but himself. “Don’t pretend you’re perfectly content in your life killing people.” This time his eyes widened in annoyance. “Listen, Bella, I am perfectly happy with my choices, except for agreeing to this shit. I’m not racked by guilt, wasting my life looking at the floor instead of realising there’s a fucking life out there!”