Clasroom Of Elite Novels & Stories

blahh. I noticed how saucy and flashy she was, no doubt her parents are rich. I rolled my eyes and looked elsewhere. 'One hour later:::: "Good morning class!" A tall dark male teacher greeted walking into the class majestically. Everyone quickly rushed and stand on their seats acknowledging his presence. "Good morning sir", we all chorused, sitting down. "How was your holiday?" He asked with a bright smile. "For those of you that doesn't know me and probably had not seen me, I'm Mr Amos by name and I know there are new students who recently joined us" he smiled as his eyes raked every corner of the classroom.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

By the next morning, Starlight Elite Academy felt normal again. Too normal. Like the chaos from before had been neatly erased filed away and forgotten. But not by everyone. Ivy Morgan took her seat near the window, her gaze briefly drifting outside before returning to the classroom. The air felt different today. Expectant. Like something was about to happen. At the front, the instructor adjusted the digital board, his expression sharper than usual. “We’ll be doing something different today,” he announced.

I immediately clicked on the link. As expected, someone had posted the incident that happened during the class earlier. People were arguing in the comments. [Isn’t Cindy the lead cheerleader? It’s obvious who he’s referring to.] [I remember that Cindy has a boyfriend. Isn’t this basically asking her to cheat? Who cares if he studied overseas?] [Wait a minute. Why do I recall someone else getting the exchange program slot instead of Jack? Let me look into it…] I gripped my phone as I narrowed my eyes.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

says the man and continues "meet me and let's talk business. Falvio was standing outside a strip club and ofcourse it was a strip club. "Ofcourse" says Falvio shaking his head. He stands at the shady entrance, in a dark lane, in front of a run down door. The doorman looks up at the camera and hears something from the earphone and nods. He lets Falvio in and to Falvio's amazement the whole interior of this place was very classy. It felt like the whole place was designed by royals to welcome royalty. The chandelier, the Persian carpet. Everything here was nice so it was only fair the girls walked around almost naked to remind everyone it was indeed a strip club.

I soon discovered that Elysium was as much a classroom as it was a playground. On my third evening at the club, Marco ushered me into the main hall with a conspiratorial grin. “Tonight you’re in for a treat,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. “Jennifer’s teaching a flogging class.”

“Clara… what did you do?” Clara tilted her head. “I sent the full video,” she whispered. Adrian’s eyes widened. “Full video—?” “To the campus-wide group chat,” Clara finished. The room erupted. “No!” Lola gasped. “Oh my God,” Mara cried. “Clara!” Rina shouted. Adrian lunged toward her. Liam cursed violently. But Clara only smiled Soft. Sad. Satisfied. “It’s already out,” she said. Then she dropped the phone at her feet and whispered: “Now everyone will see you for who you really are.”

The way he touched me. I’m already getting overheated. This is not going to help me survive sex class. We round the corner—and I come to a halt. There’s a crowd gathered in front of the classroom door. Not just the girls from my class, but their doms too. All of them. The air thickens with tension, the scent of cologne, and the sharp edge of authority. Aiden leans casually against the doorframe beside Daniel. His eyes find mine instantly—like magnets—and lock there.