Baca Ln Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

I went back to concentrating on college. The multi-leveled, stadium-styled classroom held more than two hundred students. I sat in the fourth row dead center, taking notes and trying to stay awake throughout the lecture. The side door opened and a man walked toward the professor. Doctor Lanovitch didn’t bother turning off the microphone when the man spoke. “I have a special delivery.” The voice resounded through the room as he showed a medium-sized envelope to the professor. He now had the attention of the entire class. The instructor’s eyes skimmed us students, landed on me, and said right into the microphone, “Miss Cavanaugh.”

She was three minutes late for class. "Lateness seems to be my middle name ever since I come to this school, Ellen whispers and runs after Logan to class. * * ** **** ***** ******** When Ellen got to the classroom door, She tiptoes against the door trying to see what was happening in the class. She sees Karen and Blake sitting together but no there was no sign of Logan. "Perhaps he is in another class, Ellen thinks. She sighs and opens the door slowly trying not to make a noise and draw attention to her but the door makes a cracky sound making every turn their attention to her. Ellen's expression changed to that of someone who has been caught stealing.

His brows furrowed. “Lessie..” But I couldn’t hear his voice right now. I brushed past him, my legs trembling as whispers floated from the hallway. “There’s trouble in paradise,” someone snickered. My fists clenched. I wanted to scream at them, to beat the hell out of one and let the rest learn, but instead I quickened my pace, my ears burning. When I stepped into Literature class, my stomach dropped. Standing at the front of the room, chalk in hand, was Professor Celeste Craven.

With a sinking heart, she slipped into an empty desk right at the back. Mr. Lorenzo was already deep into his lecture, his tall, commanding frame moving confidently between the rows as he explained the fall of the Roman Empire. His voice wrapped around every word with that familiar authority. Elena tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his broad shoulders, the way his shirt stretched across his muscular chest, and lower to the front of his trousers where she imagined his thick cock hidden beneath the fabric. Her thighs squeezed together under the desk. She was already getting wet again just from watching him. Halfway through the lesson, the girl sitting next to her leaned over and wh

It is not so much jealousy, probably more recognition and longing. I check the clock. In a little while, students will spill out from their classes, so it is too late to sneak into the class. Instead I go down to the canteen and get a cup of coffee. From my usual seat at the outcast table I have a perfect view of the big room, and I see it immediately when Luca rounds the corner with the rest of the Elite. As usual Julie is not far away from him and I have to watch as they talk and laugh together.

(COLORED THREADS) “NICE to finally meet you all, Elites.” The heavy, but not a dark atmosphere is looming over the entire classroom of the Elites. With the presence of the seventh student and the member of the prestigious paranormal club and group Blood Class. The tension is seeping right in, where a bit of mix-and-match emotions are circling into each one’s mind. “Everyone, from now on, Arthur will be part of the class and along the paranormal club of Blood Class.”

I tossed my canvas bag onto the desk in the middle of the classroom. There were still a few minutes before class started; I only hoped Ms. Elliot would show up on time today. As students trickled in, Ms. Elliot entered the room—good. Neatly dressed, alert, looking like she wouldn’t run overtime today. She began lecturing on existentialist literature, and yet a faint prickling sensation crawled up my spine. It felt as though countless tiny needles were pressing lightly into the back of my neck. I tried to ignore it, but the discomfort rose like a swelling tide.

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.

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.