Class Of The Elite Novels & Stories

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.

That I was compatible. I thanked myself several times during the evening for my good intuition when it came to choosing a dress. Damien was right when he said it was all image. People weren't interested in your character or your good humor. They just wanted to know if you had the credentials to be among the elite and that credential was acquired through your wealth, or if you're a woman, through your beauty. We are seen as beautiful props next to the multi-millionaires. And the richer you are, the more beautiful and perfect the prop must be.

“We have a problem.” My jaw tightened harder. “What kind?” “Confidential information,” he informed I settled into my seat and leaned back.Explain.” Sean crossed the room and placed the thin black folder he had come with on my desk. I didn't touch it immediately, but I could already tell whatever was in there was bad news. “There's been a leak from the Elite Group,” He announced, cementing my thoughts My eyes narrowed at him; my temperature around me suddenly dropped a few degrees. “That is impossible”

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

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.

Amelia raised an eyebrow and exchanged a quick look with Isabela. Both of them grabbed my arm and led me into a room. They let go of me and closed the door, leaving the three of us alone in the room. I sat on the edge of the bed like a proper lady, waiting for the showdown. Isabela leaned against the door, with a slight smile on her lips and her eyes fixed on me, while Amelia walked slowly in front of me, her hands clasped behind her back, like a concerned parent, but she looked at me as if she were about to scold me for dealing drugs.

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.