Main Character Of Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

“All right. Let’s go commit some light emotional fraud.” _________________________________ I walked back to class like I was headed into a courtroom…head high, guilt dripping off me like I was starring in a N*****x docuseries titled High School Confessions. The Girl Who Snapped. Maya saluted me silently from the hallway window like a war general sending her soldier off to die dramatically. I knocked gently on the classroom door. Ms. Helene turned, arms crossed, her expression somewhere between principal from Matilda and judge on her fifth espresso. “Miss Rurik. I assume you have something to say.”

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

My head was already spinning with the implications of what had just happened. A student saw me. A goddamn student. This couldn’t get out!, it would ruin everything. The carefully curated image I’d built at this school, the mission I was here to complete, everything would be shattered if word got out, and my Mission will be ruined here in Petaluma College. Yes, I'm an assassin, and the only reason i'm in this school is to kill just one person. Oran Gorge the Camouflage.

“Yes. Yeah. I’m fine.” We entered the class quietly. Most students were already seated. The room was wide, with long tables and glass windows that showed the morning fog outside. We sat at the back. Mira was still talking in whispers beside me. Then the door opened. And everything changed. The room went quiet. No teacher had even arrived yet, but everyone stopped moving. Cassian walked in first. Tall, sharp, deadly. He was wearing black, and his hair was dark and slick. His eyes scanned over the class like he didn't care who we were. He didn't blink. He just walked to the far corner and sat alone.

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

Weren't they the stakeholders that Principal Lyns had told them that made her that stressed from before? He sighed in discomfort and decided to continue walking and indulged himself in the celebration. No, he was just a nobody in this school, an outsider. He has to find those assassins instead of overthinking again. If the announcements of the handpicked students' names commenced and those Asphoes were still here, it would create a mess. More to think of it, how can they knock each intruder out of this crowded place? It will be trouble! "Ladies and gentlemen. Lucas Martin, a Fire Starter, was also handpicked!" the emcee announced.

Minus the freaky hairstyle of course'. He sent me that stupid smirk of his. My classmates started giving me weird looks. The main character in the book was obviously bisexual but liked to call herself open-minded. Did I mention how much I hate Zayn Rodriguez? 'Haha. Very funny Rodriguez but maybe I should play the part and you get casted as one of the victims so I can slice your throat'. Mrs Woodley gasped a little too loudly. 'Okay, enough jokes, back to the lesson'. She said quickly not liking the direction the class had taken.

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.

The weight in the suitcase shifted towards me and I felt myself stumble backwards, gravity taking hold. I let out a noise of surprise as I felt myself begin to fall backwards. My head and back hit into something hard and I let out a squeak in surprise. I was still standing upright somehow. Then I felt the sparks. Alpha Killian had a hand on each of my arms, my back against his chest as he steadied me before I could fall. The sparks ran down the length of my arms and eased some of the annoyance I had been feeling.

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.