Clasroom Of Elite Novels & Stories

She's right. After we got ready, we went to the Club. Aira told me that this Club is a highly reputable and exclusive male strip club here in the Philippines. All the wealthy businesswomen are here. I'm wondering why Aira can afford such a high-class club. When we arrived, I saw its name at the top of the building. "Royal Night Club?" I mumbled. "Yes! Let's go in." Aira pulled me inside. I could see the dazzling lights and smokes above. Lil Jon's "Turn Down for What" is all in our ears. Everyone was dancing in awe, as was Aira. We sat at a table she had reserved and ordered drinks and food.

"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

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said. "Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion. She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

I really can't concentrate on chemistry class so I start dozing off. Suddenly the doors of the classroom opens and our class teacher Ms Mathew, who is an elegant but stingy lady comes with a boy who is wearing the same school uniform, as ours, following her right behind. All the girls were mesmerized by his spendiferousness and were staring at him like a pack of wolves staring at its prey. The boys were just looking at him with envious eyes. They might really be taking him as an another competitor.All have different expressions on their faces, excluding me and Ren. When I looked at Ren, he was just checking his notes and not giving a damn about his surrounding.

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.

“Come on, let me introduce you to the others.” They all entered the house and they realized that they were the last ones to arrive as soon as they stepped in. The girls: Cassiel, Cassandra, Amery, and Keila were seated at the center table while having tea. At the corner, Caspian and the other two noblemen that he saw at the coming-of-age ceremony were talking about the book in Caspian’s hand. “Guys, these are the last three members of the Elite Class. They were all children of our family’s most trusted vassal.” Arthur smiled as he walked towards the guys. “This is Kael, Mika and Dio.”

(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.”

My fingers find the light dial on the wall, and I turn it, dimming the room of its bright white light. Most of our clients don't like to be seen. So Chad has us dimming the room until they say otherwise. I walk towards the other figure in the room. His cologne invades my senses. He smells expensive, which is odd. Because the expensive types are usually Maddie and Laylas' clients. “Hi, my name's YINA.” I close my eyes and bow, getting down on my knees. “I am here for your pleasure.” I recite our given lines from Chad.

Because the card clearly states that this class is a private class. According to information Melisa heard, Chef Rowan's private class can only be attended by 3 people. And for one meeting, the costs required are very expensive. Even Melisa's salary for 1 week is nothing compared to one of chef Rowan's class session. Melisa felt like she wanted to protest because she saw Hana was not as excited as she. "So you will start taking this course tomorrow?" Clena who just came back from the bathroom sitting next to Melisa, glanced at the card in Melisa's hand,