Clasroom Of Elite Novelas e Histórias

The heavy sound of Elara’s retreating footsteps faded entirely, leaving behind an awkward silence. The female student, a wealthy second-year pureblood named Clara, let out a soft huff. She quickly pulled her pleated skirt back down over her hips and smoothed out her wrinkled blazer. She looked up at Marcus with a sultry, lingering smile, placing a delicate hand on his broad chest. "Well... that human girl certainly ruined the mood, didn't she?" Clara purred softly, leaning in closer toward his neck. "Where were we, Marcus?" Marcus didn't answer. His face was completely devoid of emotion, as cold and unreadable as a slab of ice.

The discussion about Colt's new school happened that evening, over takeout pizza on the living room floor. "So," Clara said, setting down her slice. "We found a school for you." Colt looked up suspiciously. "What school?" "Royal Academy. It's a private school in North Dallas. Very prestigious. Very fancy." "How fancy?" "They have a planetarium." Colt's eyes went wide. "A real planetarium? With stars and everything?" "Real stars. Real everything."

Clara attended every scheduled session and said nothing that wasn't required. Elemental Theory met in a long room on the third floor with windows that looked out over the north courtyard. The instructor was a small woman named Professor Adwen who had the permanent air of someone whose thoughts were moving faster than the room could follow. She lectured with precision and managed questions with the efficient authority of someone who had long since stopped being surprised by which students had understood the material and which ones had been convinced they had.

Luckily, the next day she had no classes, so she grabbed her schedule from the front desk, had breakfast in the cafeteria, and went out for some shopping. Grand Elite Academy was on the outskirts of the main city and was surrounded by small towns. Innessa bought some fake vines, fairy lights, and some double-sided sticky tape. On her way back, she had an iced latte. Stepping inside her room, she removed her shoes, placed them aside, and padded inside barefoot. She checked her banking app once before she got to work.

he pointed at the dummy again, “fell and startled me!” Classy rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful. “You know what? I don’t give a damn about you, you feeble biscuit.” Elliot raised an eyebrow. “‘Feeble biscuit’? Who is this ‘feeble biscuit’?” Classy’s smirk was icy. “Um. You. And him.” He nodded at Emma. Elliot’s face darkened. “I think you need to learn some manners, recruit.” Classy’s stance shifted, ever so slightly. “I think that’s enough ‘manner’ talk for one day.”

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

I asked for notes and she let me know the devastating news. “What? You mean there's no way to get notes?” I asked. She shook her head, “Sadly. Elites resume first, then people who paid to get in and then scholarship students.” She sighed. “I don't even have all the notes. I missed two weeks worth of class, and you missed…” “One month.” I completed with a scoff of disbelief. This was ridiculous. “What about the teachers? Can't we get notes from them?” She laughed bittterly. “Oh please, the teachers are puppets. They only care about the elites anyway. Only few of them are different. One might get lucky enough to meet them.” She explained.

Chloe immediately walked to her classroom. She would rather not allow Elijah any time to question her about Leonidas and their long-past relationship. She felt his intense gaze on her as soon as she crossed the room. Even with the students being rowdy and running around, the atmosphere inside the classroom felt more welcoming than the world outside.

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.