Class Of The Elite Novels & Stories

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.

I almost cursed under my breath when she called me Luke again. “Do you see any one of them? Look around you Pearl, it’s just me and you” She contemplates what I said for a minute before collecting the gun from me and placing it in her bag. “Lead the way” “As your highness pleases' ' I walked us towards the car and applauded myself for successfully completing my two missions within a few minutes; Drive her home and get her to take a gun with her. (CEO’s REDEMPTION will be out by September 2020)

Everyone was literally in shock. "I wonder why he's raising the bar this high." I heard Zima murmur to himself. I was not sure I had heard about the training levels but then that was a new discovery for me and I also learned we were currently in the Dire class, where there were advanced fighters; known for brutality and endurance. "Ash, Cruz and that other guy are two classes ahead though. Prime class, leaders in the making; tactical and mentally sharp." I heard another guy say behind me, and I guess the 'other guy' he was referring to was me!

Marcus asked, his voice low and steady despite the chaos. “Not really,” I said, checking my magazine. Three rounds left. “But then, we aren't exactly a normal family.” Three men broke cover. Sterling’s elite. They moved with a synchronized grace that told me they weren't just mercenaries; they were ghosts on a payroll. They raised their submachine guns.

“Who the hell are you?” ‎“Andrei Orlov.” ‎That name hit me like a slap. ‎Everyone knew that name. The quiet tech genius. The dangerous type. There were whispers about arms deals, international connections, frozen assets in his wake but none has been proven. What I didn't understand was how he became a client in my foundation. Did he lie? Or was he part of Alex clients he laundered money for? My head was banging with questions. The man was untouchable. And he was standing in front of me like I was a business deal.

Joshua stuck out his hand and pulled Celia into his embrace. "She says she doesn't know who you are." Benjamin didn't say anything. He stared intently at Celia, who had changed so completely. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't make a scene at this time. Elysium Bank's annual party wasn't a joke, and there were many high officials present. He couldn't embarrass Anthony. Joshua was even more powerful than Hawkins Group, and it wouldn't be a good idea to offend him either.

All of us wanted to destroy it and its leader. Pulling up to base, we unloaded our gear and parked the van in the garage out back. Our base was a warehouse building disguised as an elite gym. In the front was Domino’s Gym, owned by Chief. In the back of the warehouse, was all the government equipment we could ask for. To patrons, our team all worked at the gym. Badger was in charge of martial arts and kickboxing classes, while Buddha was in charge of weight training and yoga classes. Arrow and Chief ran self defense classes and helped oversee operations

“Nice meeting you, Niusa. But could you tell us about that green book?” “Oh,” she showed them the book. “This one? This is called the first-class grimoire. Every basic spell will be written here.” “Where can we get that?” Niusa was surprised again. “I thought you didn’t have this since your magic is far advanced. You could be at the S-Class.” Malaika’s forehead creased. “S-Class?” “It means senior class. They are the ones having missions to neutralize any threats lingering in Axum. They had to complete a certain number of missions to graduate. And once they graduate, they’d choose which elite army unit to be assigned,” Niusa explained.

Holmes said earlier. She looked at the chandelier and relaxed back in the sofa, like she was going to tell a story, " A shopping mall, that was going to be made for Elite class people, for those people who have cars, that are worth more than your Year's salary William!" She singsang in a sadistic tone, making chills run down everyone's spine. Even Mr. Holmes felt the dread gnawking at the back of his mind.