Baca Ln Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

Eli’s POV I saw the text when I woke up. “Read page 117. Bring it to class. Say the line out loud. Then come find me.” That was it. No hello, no good morning. Just instructions, clear and sharp. I lay in bed staring at it, my heart rate already picking up. The book was on my nightstand. Delta of Venus. She gave it to me last week. Said it was for “context.” I hadn’t made it to page 117 yet.

I can tell something's up. Eli takes another sip of coffee, using the moment to gather his thoughts and control his expression Eli: sighs softly, deciding to deflect the conversation Listen, I'll tell you if anything... significant happens, okay? gives Nathan a meaningful look For now, let's just focus on getting to class on time, yeah? Nathan nods, grabbing his backpack from the kitchen chair Sounds like a plan, roomie. Let's jet, don't wanna be late for Professor Hartley's lecture. That man loves punctuality more than my grandma loves her knitting circle. chuckles as he slings his bag over his shoulder

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

“I mean, he sleeps with them like it’s a hobby. And it’s annoying really.” “Wow.” “Let’s go to business class,” I said, rising to my feet with a stretch.. She nodded, and we both headed out together. *** In the private hall, Elena bent over and whispered, “Why aren’t all our classmates here?” “This is for the top ten wealthiest students,” I whispered back. Just then, Lucien and Kade walked in. I immediately grabbed my phone and checked my reflection on the screen—lip gloss still intact and my hair still perfect.

‘Talk is cheap my dear…’ she rubbed her nose and watched Ashley kept staring at her back. “I need a caffeine and something to brighten me before the class. Do you join me?” she asked Ashley and after puffing her anxious breath, Ashley nodded. “How good you understand the subject so?” Elena hailed the conversation, she had ordered a pastry cake, not a croissant since it had been out of stocks with a cup of cappuccino. Ashley bit her burger. “Get confused when the professor said something about liabilities estimation.” Elena nodded and sipped her coffee.

“I see, ‟ said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window.” The old professor scanned the crowded lecture hall from behind a dark brown wooden lectern. “How many of you can tell me what book starts like that? Raise your hands.” Perched on a comfortable cushioned seat in the top row of the amphitheater-style classroom, Leesa recognized the quote. She looked down on a sea of raised hands, amazed at how many seats were filled. Close to a hundred kids, she guessed, twice as many as in her other classes. Except for her row, which was only about half full, there were few empty seats. To her left, a group of seven or eight guys and girls clad in black were clu

I showed up for my last class of the day early, more than ready to get it over with so I could make sure Olive was alive and alright. As I rounded the corner and entered the large classroom, I spotted Professor Larkin perched on the edge of his desk, flitting through the textbook for Business Fundamentals with a frown on his smooth face. I noticed I was the first one here, and that not a single student occupied the room. Professor Larkin glanced up as I entered and made a sound of acknowledgement.

I noticed Elena’s shoulders stiffen slightly. She forced a small smile, but I could tell she felt nervous under his gaze. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, the classroom door opened again as Instructor Day walked back inside. “I am back, students,” he said calmly. The class quickly became quiet. His eyes scanned the room before stopping on me. “Pendragon Eli, come take this.” I stood up and walked toward him. He handed me a laptop and several textbooks. The laptop was slim and modern, much better than anything I had ever used before.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

Lucien said without looking up from his laptop. “There was a time and no place, I figured you were just trying to be coy” Eli said in a low tone as he looked at Lucien through his dark curls that rested on his face. “I wondered how long it took you to figure it out,” Lucien said, glancing at him for a moment before looking back at his screen. Eli could see him obviously fighting back a smile. The reading room was the quietest place on campus, it had high ceilings, long wooden tables, most people whispered here without being told to.