Assassination Classroom Uniform Novels & Stories

Five minutes before the graduate admission exam began, the campus heartthrob quietly slipped a crumpled piece of paper into my pencil case. Lines of floating text drifted across my vision. [The paper is filled with answers. The school heartthrob has reported it, and the proctor will be here any second!] [As long as they find it, his admission slot will be canceled immediately!] [Serves this bookworm right for standing in our heartthrob’s way. The proctor is his aunt. He’s doomed today!] The next second, the proctor stormed into the classroom and headed straight for my seat. “Someone has reported you for cheating,” she said sharply. “Empty your pencil case. We’re checking it.” Without a word, I turned the case upside down. A few pens fell onto the desk, but there was no paper. The campus heartthrob’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How is that possible? I–” Before he could finish, a slip of paper covered in answers slid out of his own pocket and dropped onto the floor. What they didn’t know was that I was born with a weird power called “Misfortune Rebound.” Anyone who tried to harm me would end up suffering the consequences themselves.

“He walked in like he owns the school. But the truth was that he wasn't a boy at all, She was wearing his blazer.” When Sonia Vale's twin brother, Silas, dies in a suspicious accident, her world falls apart. Questions that won’t stay buried. Secrets no one else wants to ask. And a billion-dollar family legacy now left exposed. So she does what no grieving girl should ever have to do. She becomes him. At Daxton Academy, Sonia wears his name, his uniform, and his past. But every step in Silas’s shoes pushes her closer to the truth and the danger he tried to outrun. Girls fall for her. Enemies close in. And Eric Blackbourne, the coldest boy in school, keeps looking at her like he sees something more. "Who are you, really?” he asks one night, voice low, eyes searching. “Would you hate me if I told you?” she whispers. She came to find a killer. She never expected to feel alive while pretending to be someone else. But when her twin shows up alive… All lies burn. And the real game begins.

TITLE: TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY BLURB: This collection pulls you into the most dangerous corners of forbidden craving where every “innocent” touch turns into betrayal, every whispered command drips with guilt, and the wronger it feels, the harder they cum. Expect savage age gap dominance, brutal dirty talk, relentless breeding, messy creampies, power soaked corruption, and deliciously broken “good girls” who learn they were made to be ruined by the one man they should never crave. No vanilla. No mercy. Just raw, addictive spirals into total depravity. Each story is a complete, multi chapter filthy ride packed with slow building tension that explodes into merciless fucking secret rules that turn everyday moments into dripping need, hidden hands in risky places, and whispered ownership that leaves them aching for more. These are stories of complete surrender: flexible young athletes stretched and trained on gym benches, curious neighbors claimed on balconies, goddaughters corrupted in penthouses, innocent patients bred on exam tables, protected girls turned into mafia pets, bad girls disciplined in uniform, and office interns fucked raw over conference desks, all risking everything for the rush of being possessed and filled deep by their ultimate Daddy. Open these pages only if you’re ready to get addicted to the kind of filth you’ll never admit you love.

Princess Avalea, a Venusian Witch and the heir to the throne of the magical kingdom of Altair, finds herself on the run after witnessing the assassination of her father, the King. Helpless and hurt, she is forced to seek refuge with Aldrich, a Werewolf, a Cursed One. While Venusian Witches are the highest, the purest amongst all magical beings in Altair, the Werewolves, also known as the Cursed Ones are the lowliest, the crassest, the crudest. They're savages who have gained entry into Altair by deceitful means. Or at least, that's what Princess Avalea has been led to believe. With assassins after her own life and a traitor to weed out, the only person Princess Avalea can trust, ironically, is Aldrich the Werewolf. As he nurses her back to health, her prejudices begin to dissolve, and a bond develops between the savagely handsome werewolf and the pure, ethereally beautiful witch princess. But Aldrich has secrets. Deep, dark secrets that can shatter Avalea's heart and leave it broken beyond repair.

"Please, don't do this to me, Dominique," I sobbed. "Don't disrespect our bond." Dominique scoffed, and the look he shot me made me feel like I was nothing, like I was dirt beneath his feet. "I want nothing to do with you. I, Dominique Wolf, Alpha of the Red Creek Pack reject this bond." My heart ached, and my legs gave way. I fell to the ground, and the pain in my chest was excruciating, far worse than any breakup or heartache I'd ever endured. ______ Rejected by their mates, Megan Good Love, a werewolf bakery owner, and Gabriel Fernadez, the powerful Lycan King, are brought together by an unexpected twist of fate. As they navigate the treacherous waters of rejection, assassination attempts, and hidden agendas, their love story takes an unexpected turn. Can a mutually beneficial marriage contract turn into passionate, true love? Follow Megan and Gabriel’s journey In this tale of power, betrayal, and second chances.

Every other student could hear the inner thoughts of Chloe Yates, the campus belle. It was like a radio station was broadcasting her mind, and unfortunately for me, the broadcast was usually bad news. It started during the ROTC courses in our freshman year. I was doubled over with terrible period cramps and asked to sit out. Chloe just shook her head, letting out a dramatic, pitying sigh. "Oh, this is awful," her internal voice broadcast to everyone. "Should I tell everyone the truth? Sylvie is totally faking it. If the sergeant finds out she's lying, he's going to punish the whole class because of her." The sergeant, hearing her thoughts, immediately assumed I was a liar. He forced the entire class to run 30 laps as punishment. After that, no one would talk to me. Later, when I applied for the need-based financial aid grant, Chloe went on a rampage with her internal thoughts. "Her family isn't poor!" her voice screamed in everyone's heads. "They have a car and a house. She's just vain. She's trying to scam the college out of grant money so she can buy a new phone. I feel so bad for the actual poor kid whose spot she's stealing." Once the class heard that, they silently agreed to vote against my application. Without that money, I had no choice but to work three part-time jobs just to survive. I worked myself into the ground until I finally gave out. I collapsed in the classroom while clutching my chest, suffering a massive heart attack. I cried out, begging my classmates to call 911. However, Chloe's voice cut through the air right then. "She doesn't have a heart condition. She's pregnant. She's trying to trick a guy into taking her to the hospital so she can get an abortion, and then she's going to frame whoever helps her for getting her knocked up." Terrified of being blamed, the students backed away from me like I was radioactive. They stood there and watched as I died on the classroom floor. Right up until the moment I died, I never understood why my life had turned into such a nightmare. However, when I snapped my eyes open, I had returned to the day of the ROTC courses. The cramps were back, and the sun was beating down on me. Chloe did not know one crucial detail. This time, I could hear her thoughts too.

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

When Blair Palmerson's seemingly perfect life shatters with her husband's betrayal, she thinks nothing could hurt worse, until she uncovers a deadly plot to erase her entirely. Left for dead after a failed assassination at the hands of her own sister, Blair is rescued by a long lost friend and drawn into a secret war against the powerful family she once called her own Haunted by guilt and lies, Landon Addams, the billionaire who broke her heart, realized too late that Blair was the true victim all along. As Blair fights to expose the dark empire behind her family's fortune. Forbidden love reignites between her and the man she vowed to hate. In a dangerous game of revenge and redemption, Blair must decide: trust the man who destroyed her, or risk losing everything, including her life--one more time. Love, betrayal and buried secrets collide in the betrayal of a billionaire.

Sharon Deleon, the campus belle, has secretly stuffed a folded piece of paper into my pencil case five minutes before the start of the postgraduate admission exam. A series of comments streak across my vision. "The paper is filled with answers to the exam questions! Sharon has already lodged a report to the teachers. The school proctor will be here soon. Once that paper is found in Cassandra's pencil case, her admission recommendation will be terminated immediately!" "Hmph! This is all that nerd's fault for standing in Sharon's way to success! The proctor is Sharon's uncle, after all! Cassandra's doomed today!" The next thing I know, the proctor strides into the classroom angrily. He makes a beeline to my seat right away. "Someone has reported you for cheating. Dump out the contents in your pencil case right now!" I just do what I'm told with a blank look. There are only a few pens in sight. The folded piece of paper, however, isn't there. Sharon widens her eyes in shock. "How could this be? But I'm very sure that I—" Before she can finish speaking, a folded piece of paper containing the answers falls out of her pocket. Everyone doesn't know that I'm capable of reflecting misfortune by nature. Whoever sabotages me will get a dose of their own medicine instead.

Carluccio Trilogy: Book 1: A Mother for My Son Book 2: The Father of My Children Book 3: The Son of the Mafia Queen I save the son of an important gangster in Italy from a potential assassination, not knowing that this will turn my life upside down. But how do you escape a man who stole your breath from the moment you first saw him? Especially when he doesn't want to set me free. He wants me to be a mother for his son from now on. What is a woman scorned capable of doing to win a man's love? But what happens when it's not just one woman, but three? A murder and three suspects. Who will be found guilty? A story full of betrayal, lies, secrets, and revenge, but above all, true love. **IMPORTANT NOTICE Dear reader, for your convenience, you can find all three books in one single volume. Thank you for your understanding. **