Class Room Of The Elite Novels & Stories

I watched Lorenzo enter a code on the panel, and the door swung open, revealing a luxurious VIP room in red and black. “This is the entertainment lounge for our clients. We have servers to provide them with what they need,” Mya explained. With a hand on my back, she guided me to walk ahead. “And those are the private rooms.” She pointed upward to the second floor, where the rooms were discreetly tucked away behind grand pillars adorned with reflective surfaces, which give the illusion of there being mirrors.

His gaze switched to the card, he passed it to another man, who passed it through a machine, it beeped red. “Cleared, her invitation is on the top floor, private room 12.” Came the tone of the man, with the machine. The man’s jaw flexed, the one at the front, “Welcome to sexy red.” He told, and they all stepped away, paving the way for me, inside through. Private room 12, the word ring in my head, why would Professor Grey book a private room. Entering the place, my eyes wheeled with the decor of the place and the type of luxury which the place screamed at my face, it wasn’t everytime I got to step out from the parish and enter such a place.

Eleanor's POV “Everyone here is an elite, sons of Alpha kings,” Enzo interrupted my thought. I nodded. The first thing I noticed after the luxury aura is that it's really spacious unlike a typical hostel room. The spacious area is adorned with dark, polished wooden floors and sleek, modern furnishings, reflecting both discipline and opulence. The walls are lined with muted, matte steel panels, hinting at the institution's military heritage, but softened with rich leather accents and framed portraits of historical leaders.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

Lately, Scarlett's frequency of renting luxury goods had noticeably dropped. There were piles of branded boxes stacked around her seat, and even the latest model of phones and computers adorned her desk. One day, Scarlett was playing music through the Bluetooth speaker in the dormitory. She took her phone into the bathroom as she showered, seemingly chatting with someone. Suddenly, from the speaker, SIRI's mechanical voice began to read out messages: "A Mercedes AMG from Downtown asks, 'When can I see you, darling? I really want to see you, baby.'"

Then, he looked up and stared at the elevator door until it opened. When they arrived at the designated floor, Crevor led Raeleigh into a private room. Two people were guarding the door and nodded politely when they saw Crevor. Then, they opened the door for Crevor and he swiftly entered the room. Raeleigh followed him in. This was the most expensive room in the entire club. There were leather sofas for people to chat on both sides, desks and chairs in the middle, and other entertainment facilities around them. In general, everything looked exquisite.

From the scent that saturates the room, they're all werewolves. People sit on small stools chatting and inspecting an arsenal of weaponry, sharpening knives, and daggers, while they talk in low tones. I count fourteen people as I pass slowly by them; their eyes track every move I make as Ryan leads us to a metal table at the far end of the room. The walls are bare: there's nothing here, except the desk. The Elite must avoid leaving any trace of activity behind. If this place is found, the intruders could never gather proof against them. Smart choice.

James guided them down the same dimly lit corridor towards another room at the end, marked by a black door with the club’s logo in gold. Red Velvet Room was a dark-themed room with soft music playing in the background. . Luxurious couches were arranged against the wall, and a small stage with a pole took centre stage. Eric had encountered such places before; these rooms were typically reserved for private sessions in high-end nightclubs. Before his thoughts could reach any conclusion, the door behind him opened again, and two stunning young women entered, wearing scanty attire. Each of them held a tray of drinks and snacks. James gestured towards the couches. “Have a seat, Eric. Make yoursel

Just like Dante, he was as vigilant as a lion looking for its prey. I opened the door and we entered the wide VIP room, soundproof, and with an intercom inside. There was a wooden round table in the middle with six wooden chairs. The lights in the room were the lamps mounted on the walls. There was also a huge 3D television attached to the wall beside an indoor plant. "So, who uses this room?" Adam asked while he roamed around. "The family?!" I replied, chuckling. I heard a subtle laugh on his part then glanced at me.

You're lucky to have a job that would bring you so close to Robert Fin and you wish you could work here forever. You'll be able to touch his long arms and legs without fear. You'll be able to touch his chest without worrying. "He is so fine, can't he at least take me to his bed for once," the maid on the right thought, dreamingly. "I wouldn't mind having him make me his mistress," the other maid thought likewise. "Sir, the Elite hotel has been made available but we have a problem," Eli said out of nowhere. "And which is?" Robert questioned rigidly and Eli flinched, fearing for his heart.