Isogai Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

My head aches badly and I really wish all this isn't happening. "It is weird that the killer leaves clue at the scene you know? He could have just removed the dagger." Issy muses as we walk to our next class., Issy decided to attend classes with me for this week along with hers and even when I protested against it, she only waved it away because according to her, my safety is her priority.

ASH'S POV A few days have passed since what happened at our hangout place. No one tried to bring up that topic again. I was walking to the classroom when I saw Akisha walking alone. I was surprised when suddenly something came up to her. A kunai! Sh*t! I was about to run to rescue her when she suddenly bowed. It was as if she was tying something on her shoes, but there was nothing wrong with her shoes. It just depends on whether she lied to us about how weak her senses are. As I followed her, I did not realize that we were in the classroom. Until now, the murder of Miss Salvacion is still being talked about, and until now it has not been possible to determine the culprit. Soon, Sir Rios arri

The rest were spread out but could get to me fast if they had to. “ Clear on my end. Just people walking to class. Nothing is standing out.” Jackson said. “ I’ll do a sweep.” Melissa said. “ Go to class with Isabelle. We have you covered.” Jesse said. So that is what we did. Normally my guard would stand outside the class but today Isabelle came inside with me. I took a seat in the back with Isabell beside me. The professor gets to his podium and looks around. He points to Isabelle and asks “ Miss, are you in the right room?” “ I am.” Isabelle responds.

"We are not in the hospital so there is no anaesthesia but come to think of it, your victims endured the pain and so must you." The assassin brought out a dagger. Instantly, the man began to scream in fear, his deep voice deafening. The bodyguards instantly sealed his mouth with duct tape while the assassin pulled down his pants, chopping off his testicles. Blood gushed out as his painful muffled scream polluted the air. When his scream died, a dagger was driven into his chest, earning another muffled scream from him. Then, a hand pushed into his chest, ripping his heart out and showing it to Isaac. The man's scream cut as soon as his heart was out. "Give it to his friend," Isaac instructed.

‘When I get out of the base, I will have a try at once! Naomi was the number one in the class exam unsurprisingly. In the afternoon, when Naomi returned to the classroom, she found the table was filled with raw materials and ingredients of all kinds of poisons! "This..." She was slightly stunned and heard the teacher on the podium speak solemnly. "Next, I'm going to teach you how to make some deadly poisons and how to kill..." "Wait!" Naomi immediately stood up and glanced at the teacher and Lily sharply. A burst of anger welled up at the bottom of her heart.

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.

The teacher explained. “Oh no no no, I understand your confusion, and this may come as a surprise, but I'm the new student who's supposed to join your class. This is Class 3-1, right?” She checked the sign outside to be sure. “Yes, it is.” He assured her. “I'm Mr Hasegawa, your homeroom teacher. Why don't you come to the front and introduce yourself?” “Ok.” She went to the front and took one good look at her classmates. “Hi, my name's Tisiphone Sakata. Nice to meet you all.”

“Sayonara Sato.” “Karera wa Anata o neratte iru, Don Antonio (They're coming for you, Don Antonio).” Kenji sneered in his foreign dialect before letting out a gruesome painful scream as the torture began. ° ° ° “Run a background check on that girl and bring her to me.” Antonio ordered his right hand man, Bruno. “The badass who shot Sato?” Antonio didn't respond to his theatrical question. “As you wish.” Bruno playfully saluted the boss and strutted out to carry out his instructions.

And that’s when the main bathroom door swung open again, followed by the cheerful, oblivious sound of two female students chatting about a philosophy midterm. Ivan froze. His eyes locked with mine. The message in them was clear as day. This isn’t over. In one swift motion, he shoved past me, out of the stall, and was gone, the outer door swinging shut behind him with a soft click. I slumped against the cool metal of the stall, my heart hammering against my ribs. The penknife slipped from my fingers and clattered to the floor. The two students entered the row of stalls, still talking.