Class Of The Elite Novels & Stories

She began counting on her fingers as she explained: “We have the D-Class — those are the scholarship students. They’re very few, maybe three percent of the total population. Then comes the C-Class, the classic millionaires. Normally, their status wouldn’t grant them access here, but their parents could afford the tuition. Next is the B-Class — the multi-millionaires. They’re rich, but not rich enough to be considered part of the elite. After that, the A-Class — the billionaires, the true elites, sons and daughters of the world’s biggest fortunes. And finally, the S-Class — the ones who practically govern the world. They’re the children of the one percent, and there are only five of them in t

I couldn't help but ask, my eyes wide as saucers. "I'm not supposed to answer that, am I?" "Elite dungeon? Shit!" I heard Laura whisper and I frowned. This didn't seem to be good. "What? Do you know about it?" I asked in confusion. "Well, ELITE DUNGEON is an underground club where people held in high esteem including your Mister come together to pick a woman for their pleasure. They are the type of people who either enjoy sex submissively, dominantly, either in bondage or being a masochist. The list goes on, so what's your take?" It took time for me to process all of the words he said.

Or is this gym not interested in staying open? Mabel snickered behind her hand, her voice dripping with contempt as she said, "Look at this, folks! "She's been called out, and now she's lashing out in a fit! She's going wild like a shrew! "Ouch! Did that hit a nerve? With your bargain-bin looks, do you even have 100 bucks to your name? "Socialites? Please. Real socialites have their heads in the clouds. Who else would tire themselves out over a measly 10-dollar trial class?"

A beefy guy with a gold chain barked, "We're talking to Mr. Carey. Who are you to interrupt?" Jack Carey glanced at me, then at my weathered sedan. A sneer crept onto his face. "Look at this nobody, acting like he owns the place." The others piled on, their voices a chorus of snobbery. "Know your lane, buddy." "Mr. Carey is connected to the CEO of the Mills Group and is worth billions. Be silent in your junker." "Wise up and beat it." Ten years ago, I stepped out of the spotlight for Olivia and Sophie, pouring everything into their happiness.

August's POV I was released from the hospital but I was sent to a dorm here that is only for the Elite Circle. Yeah, Elite Circle that I belong to now. At first, I wondered why I could join the Elite Circle since I am not of noble blood. So I found out that the two are different. The Royals are a group of royal blood while the Elites are a group of top-ranking students in the entire academy. I don't want to accept it. After all, I didn't win because I got worse. I was hospitalized for a week while Venna recovered immediately. But the Headmaster said that Venna was the first to lose consciousness so I had no choice because I was the declared winner even though I got worse.

Even the children of elites in NUAT are extremely intelligent. The dinner at the Skyline Club—an exclusive penthouse haunt where the air was thin and the commoners were invisible—had been a masterclass in elite damage control. It was far removed from the sirens and chants echoing at the university gates. The table was set with fine bone china and silver that gleamed under the crystal chandelier.

The schism of status between them was as wide as the gap between a princess and a peasant. All of that was gone. On the contrary, it was her turn to be nervous and uneasy in his presence. Her erstwhile haughtiness and self-importance had escaped her like a puff of smoke. Zayn’s performance had blown her mind. He was not just any normal agent—he was a 4S-class superhuman powerhouse! She might be a hapless outsider when it came to powers like these, but she was aware of the significance of the ranks. 4S-class legends were those at the very apex of the human classes. They were the elites who were above the shackles of wealth. Anyone who reached that level of skill was likely capable of making h

Emma tells him "What the hell?" Greg says "Oh sweetie. I was the wife of the mafia boss. As well as a assassin. I don't make threats. I make promises. So try me" Emma says The boys gulp and I die laughing. Everyone looks at me and I can't stop laughing. "Finally they are afraid of someone else." I say walking onto the plane I take my seat and Lance sits by my and Emma and Taz sit across from us. I sigh and sit back and close my eyes. Those meds make me so sleepy.

He hesitated for a moment before continuing, “No… If things have already come to this point, then he definitely won’t let you go. My God, why did you get involved with a man like him…” Mr. James knew exactly what kind of person Levi was—not just from business dealings but also from his own experiences in the corporate world. He had attended many gatherings and was well aware of the private affairs of many elites. The upper-class elites were the most terrifying and insane people in this world. To put it simply, they were at the top of the food chain, far above ordinary people. And Levi—he stood at the very top among them. He was the mastermind behind extravagant parties, as well as the most r

Who knows, maybe they think she’s submissive and find pleasure in it. “Our first elite class for centuries has always been the induction. We’ve seen how much power you have on the orientation day, and now it’s time to test how best you can control it. You’ll be placed in an arena with a beast, and you’ll be judged on how fast you could subdue it. Who would like to go first?” ‘Subdue? As in fight? A beast? A BEAST?!’