Baca Ln Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

"This is the class hall," Leonard said with an uninterested expression striding into the classroom with Lilith stepping in shortly after, the hall was empty with no students in sight making the classroom dead silent, "Who exactly are you?," She turned her gaze backward to answer with a seductive smirk coming to play on her red cherry lips, "What do you mean?," she questioned back as she approached him, swaying her hips seductively while she played with her long blonde hair.

The class seemed boring for Cercei but she tried her best to follow up on every single word he said, she turned her face to look at her best friend and she noticed she looked weary so she automatically knew that she wasn’t alone. “The class seems boring.” Mirabel bent her head a bit and whispered to Cercei. “Yes, I feel the same, I can’t wait for this class to be over sincerely.” Cercei bent her head and whispered back to her friend. “See you all ,” the lecturer’s voice echoed in the class as his voice went a bit louder and he parked all his belongings into his briefcase and left the class walking one step at a time and his shoes made some sort of sound as he walked out of the classroom.

I finally made it to school with a good ten minutes to spare so I went over to the library to drop off the books that I checked out and made my way upstairs towards my first-period class. When I walked into the room I didn't see Elliot so I walked over to my desk and waited for Jennifer to come to sit beside me. A lot of the people in the class have gotten used to the seating around me and they hardly ever spoke a word to me unless we're passing around worksheets or asking small questions. I pulled out my notebook for the class and was trying to figure out what to say to Elliot when I saw him later on in the day, but I couldn't think of what I wanted to say to him or what to explain. Was the

I asked “Apparently the professor teaching this course is super hot, more like a demigod. In fact, I heard some girls boycott their major classes just for this one. Rumours have that some of the guys too want to have their own share of his beauty.” “That's…unbelievable,” I said in surprise but Eliza was no longer listening, we had gotten to the lecture hall successfully. All we had to do was find our way to class 4D, where the class would be held. We found the class without any stress because it was the only hall which had noise coming from it.

Papa- you have my credit card with you right? I looked inside my bag, I think I forgot to pick it up from the table. Nope, here it is. I did as papa told me. Me- Done. Take care. I turned around to see Trio standing behind me. "Shall we go? Break is about to end." Asked Saachi. I nodded. I followed them through the crowded corridors. The LR. 19 was on the first floor, on the extreme corner of the left wing of building. Our department was fan of extreme corner I thought. I entered the class and looked around. "Last class was better." I whispered.

The underwear is gone and I can still smell him on my fingers when I brush my teeth, and I’m thinking about golden eyes and growling walls and stolen fabric while I walk into Advanced Literature ten minutes early like the overachieving tragedy that I am. The classroom is a small amphitheater – tiered seating, the kind of room that smells like old paper and academic self-importance – and I take a seat in the third row and open my textbook and tell myself that this is a class about literature and nothing else.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

Instead I found him. Third floor. Back corner. The table nobody wanted because the fluorescent flickered and one leg wobbled. Eli was hunched over a fortress of books, hoodie sleeves shoved to his elbows, hair a disaster, pen flying across a legal pad. And some guy was leaning over his shoulder. Tall. Wire-rimmed glasses. That smug lit-major energy—like he’d read every text on the syllabus and wanted a medal for it. Grinning. Pointing at something in Eli’s notes. Saying something low that made Eli tip his head back and laugh.