Class Of The Elite Novels & Stories

I could tell he was waiting to see my reactions, but I refrained from reacting in any way. "Everett was watching over our classes as he was looking to poach the best. He wanted someone to work for him exclusively. He had approached me, but I declined. I was in my last semester and set to graduate with honours. Jace had mentioned that he wanted me to work for him on this exclusive project that he was spearheading. He was trying to form a team of elites that would be needed for a highly confidential mission. I already agreed to be on his team, so I turned down Everett's offer and instead focused on my remaining classes." Eli states as he turns to look at me in solemn. He sighed before walking

After taking the back exit so she wouldn't be noticed, she got in the cab, which took off towards the direction of the Moonlite Imperial Hotel. She breathed out a sigh of relief and finally allowed herself to relax. Evelyn examined the card she had kept hidden in her phone case. The Aerus Elite Membership Card, which she had taken from her dad's study. She knew this special black card was only given to the richest and most powerful people. Made of solid metal, it felt heavy in her hand. The card is matte black with a fine gold border along the edges. This card isn't just about money—it gives access to top services, VIP events, and many exclusive perks worldwide. It's basically like a master

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.

But she was still so pretty. Blue eyes, neatly combed hair and her beautiful smile. Amelia could present herself in the most questionable fit, and people would still praise her, because again, she was gorgeous. She could have been a famous actress if she wasn’t so focused on studying. I sometimes wonder how her family was able to hide her identity to the public, because back home, the Elites are well known. The elites are the title given to the kids of billionaires. Many people treat them like they’re celebrities and I can say that despite the power, fame and wealth they have, the Elites are still humble and kind. I can say that because they’re close friends with my cousin, Rei.

As I entered the room, I heard my father asking Elias, “Which unit are you in?” “I’m with the classified troops,” Elias replied, his tone casual but proud. My eyes widened. The classified troops were an elite group of warriors, handpicked by the Alpha King himself and trained in every type of combat. They were the best of the best, and Elias was one of them. “Some days back, there was a rogue activity by the south border,” my father continued. “I heard a classified troop went in and killed almost three hundred rogues. Their entire hideout was wiped out. And the troop was led by Elias Brown.”

The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Marcus sat in his CEO chair, with Vivienne flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong. I understand that we were never as close like sisters should but I have never imagined that she would be against me either. Even if she was, not in this manner. Not like this. “Elena has committed treason against me and the entire Hartwell Group.” I heard Marcus say—cold and authoritative—echoing through the conference hall.

“I think that’s enough ‘manner’ talk for one day.” Bryan chuckled. “Wow. Tell him how you really feel.” Emma, forgetting his fear, burst into a short, surprised laugh. “Ha-ha!” Elliot studied Classy, the anger fading into something more calculating. He took a step closer, his voice dropping. “I know your file, son. I know you haven’t had what anyone would call a family for the past three years. I know it’s been… hard. Isolated.” The smirk melted from Classy’s face, replaced by a guarded neutrality. He gave a single, tight nod. “Yeah.”

Somewhere Abroad “Are they dead“ “The reports coming in say so “ “James, just answer the damn question“ “Yes Young master“ “Who“ “The Woods“ “And“ “The Greysons, The Martinez, The Carters, the Whole Green Zone Elite“ “They finally made their move, took them long enough“ “But they are looking for you, intel coming says they are sweeping country after country trying to cut any loose ends “ “They should relax because they will never find me until I look for them, I will remember everything and pay them back “

I am a fucking legend. Currently I am in class: class Emerald, where Jeiel is making my ears bleed. I feel like stuffing a rag in her mouth, but she is the class president and that seems too cruel so I won’t do it. Ha-ha, I almost believed myself for a second, the only reason, bitch face is still talking is that there are no rags nearby. So I did the next best thing, IGNORE. "…Our class are categorized into three: Emerald class, Diamond class, and Ruby class. Emerald class is for everyone, it is like the general class where we have our general subjects like Math, and so on…are you even paying attention to me? Jeiel asked exasperated.

Halton opened the door for the affluent woman inside the car. Everyone was in awe seeing the beautiful woman step out of the Red Bugatti. She was wearing a formal white shirt along with the knee-length black pencil skirt suitable for an executive meeting. Her seductive red-tinted lips curved into an unreadable smile. Her black shades made her look unapproachable yet classy. Her raven black hair was let loose, dancing side to side with the wind. She looked at the tall building with admiration. The Lion stood prideful as ever in platinum. Royal Steel a multinational company that had set foot in every field.