Teacher Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

A rare chase figure popped out of my blind box and somehow bound itself to me through an empathy link. Two days later, the doll vanished. During class, I suddenly felt two warm hands stroking my neck. A shiver ran through me. Damn it! Whoever has my empathy doll is putting their hands all over it. Before I could react, those hands slid lower and squeezed my breasts. A rush of tingling pleasure flooded my body. I reached out to stop them without thinking. The sudden movement made the cold, serious young professor at the front of the room turn to look at me. With one hand in his pocket, he pointed at the formula on the board. "Dalia, come and solve it." I had barely taken two steps when a fing

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

She paused to look at us. 'One of us' I thought to myself as I turned to observe the whole classroom if anyone was missing but she broke the shell. "We lost Ken last night," she continued with a sad expression on her face. "Ken!!!!!!" The whole class chorused in unison as I and Bethel turned to face each other in disbelief. Now it makes sense the game is behind their death. I killed him. It's not an ordinary death. The game is the main reason behind their deaths!

But, right now, all I could care about is the fact that our teacher seemed to be acting guilty. “No more questions, Ms. Shin. Class dismissed,” our teacher ordered, before storming out of our classroom. Eun looked at me, and I did too, before I nodded my head then went out of the classroom. I couldn’t help but smile, because it is a great day to catch some bullies. But, are they bullies or killers? Wouldn’t they be considered as killers because they’re one of the reasons why Loisa killed herself? If it weren’t for them, then maybe Loisa is still here. If only they provided her the help she asked for, if only they were kind to her, then maybe, none of these even happened in the first place.

While his killer gets away with it. Lucas’s parents had taken his death in good faith but not I, Roxette Bennett. His killer would pay, in many ways than one. I slipped into the classroom early, choosing a seat in the second row, directly in front of the lectern. I wanted to be close enough to catch every word, every expression. Despite the chatter as the room started to clutter, my gaze remained fixed on the door as if I would miss the moment she walked in if I as much as shook.

"Jayk isn't like you and me, Mars. He doesn't get scared. He doesn't feel fear. It's why he's the way he is. Impulsive and destructive. He saw an injustice and he fixed it the only way he knew how. Without thinking about the consequences. It'll be up to one of us to right that wrong when she betrays us," I spray the inside of the locker and wipe it down before tossing the supplies back into the plastic bag they were in so they don't spill over my things. The two of us glance over to the sound of shouting. The halls are all empty because it's the middle of third period. Some asshole is pulling a teacher out of her classroom by her hair. I don't know who he is but I do know that Mrs. Killian i

FML. “But how did you get caught, sis ? I can’t imagine anyone finding out what you did ?” he asked. He look so perplexed because except for the Stone family and a few trusted warriors of our pack, no one had been able to figure out the culprit of my high profile assassination assignments till date. Not to toot my horn but I was that good. “The new teacher threatened that he won’t overturn our punishment given by the previous teacher if the culprit did not step out and for the sake of the class, I confessed,” I replied to Kai’s question in a small voice and started sobbing again. I am so pathetic. Someone just kill me.

She rose from her seat, her eyes scanning the room, causing the students gossiping about her to burst into a fresh round of mockery and laughter. “She’s on drugs,” one of the girls said. “Look at her. Absolutely off her face.” The library door burst open, and a teenage boy walked in with a gun. The blast as he pulled the trigger made her jump. The spray of blood from the teacher that he shot seemed to hang in the air, and the thud as the body hit the ground would haunt her darkest dreams for weeks.

Who's the real assassin here? "But you can't help but think of a reason why you should pull the trigger on our target, right Jay? " Lei asked. The corner of his mouth lifted up. "We no longer kill for no reason. And in this case, I assume that's the reason why Raven is confronting the target right now." He looked up to see a certain window from a building, leaning back against the desk. "There have been 7 students missing so far in 7 years. The most recent was last year."

He stormed to Jerson and grabbed Jerson’s collar. “This is why General wanted to get rid of you! All of your students were all in the assembly hall and there was no one aside from us. If I kill you right now and make it seem like it was suicide, does anyone will doubt that this incident is a homicide?" the man declared while gritting his teeth.