Class Room Of The Elite Novelas e Histórias

I walked out from the changing room and the girls smirked. "Put that shoes on" She gave me red high heels "This is going to be fun , give me your bag" Crystal said and I looked at her blankly. She chuckled and took my bag. She put it into the locker and pulled me out from the toilet. We entered the rooftop main room and it's so cool. It has a pool outside and people were partying. "Don't worry , all of the people here are elites. You don't need to worry about paparazzi and things like that. All you need to do is flirt and dance with other guys" Lauren said

It was impeccably neat, far larger and more luxurious than my cramped single room, with dark wood furniture, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and a large window overlooking the glowing campus courtyard. I watched him drop his textbooks onto the polished study table, shaking my head as I muttered under my breath, “This room is almost bigger than my entire apartment back home.” Zed closed the door behind us, dropping his keys onto the small tray by the entryway. A low, amused huff escaped him as he loosened the collar of his shirt. “Benefits of being elite, I suppose.” I let out a dry scoff, turning around to face him. But the moment I pivoted, my breath hitched in my throat.

“The Diamond Claw Gala is occupying the building; the vacancy rate is likely zero.” “Hold your position,” Valeria instructed softly. “I will utilize my gallery networks to see if any of our Elite Collectors held an extra room block.” I stood silently over the marble sink for two full minutes until Valeria’s voice returned, filled with triumph. “I secured a high-tier suite on the residential floor. It’s fully booked under my gallery account.” “Sending you the electronic authorization codes now. You will simply need to present your standard identification and a personal line of credit at the front counter.”

I said softly. I turned my body, walking casually toward the exit door. "Try not to get thrown out by the doorman," I added without turning back. I closed the door of the VVIP room. Right before the door shut completely, I could hear a loud thud. Rafael punched the hospital wall. *** That night. Grand Sterling Hotel. The most luxurious and exclusive building in the city center had been transformed tonight into a sea of elites. Only those at the top of the food chain could set foot on this marble floor.

When I came back to the dorm after dinner, Rachel and the others were already in the middle of the hallway, starting on the fondue. The moment I stepped inside, an intense, rich smell hit the back of my throat. As if fondue weren’t enough, Rachel was actually grilling patties over charcoal in a cramped dorm room. Did she not care about carbon monoxide poisoning? When she saw me, she put on a fake look of surprise. "Oh wow, silly me, I totally forgot to invite you, Lila!"

Enzo, Ethan and Sabrina are sitting in the living room with their laptops on their lap as they type quietly. They are discussing their business through chatting with each other. And since there are no guest rooms to be occupied, they have to use the living room. The status of the first Elite Red Room in their country will be a big commotion around the world. Of course, their business is complete on permit from the government and since the founder of Elite Red Room had invested in the country and held funds on the country, the government was of course holding them as a special investor.

At the far end of the room, the final bed bore a fifth name. Eli Grant. Except unlike the others… his bed wasn’t empty. There was someone lying there still, covered in wires and a faint blue glow pulsing beneath his skin. “Eli?” Nora whispered, stepping closer. His eyes snapped open. And the system spoke again. “Welcome back, Player One.”

If I didn't recognize the CEO of NASR, I would be thinking wrong. *** The room card pressed in-between my fingers. My fingers moved gently over the bold gold letters ‘VVIP 003’ encrusted on the inky black card. The room smelled like money… Soft, old money. And every angle screamed luxury. Not just luxury… but private elite luxury. Like they were secluded for presidents only— That of which I'm not. The large king-sized bed sprawled majestically in the middle of finely made furniture, I bet they’d cost a fortune. All strapped in black and gold and white colour.

Tatiana was alarmed to see me. Tahlia had not assigned me any tasks, so I switched to polite mode. “Hello, Tatiana,” I said sweetly with a little curtsy. I could see her face slowly twist, and she seemed angry. “Fake! You’re so fake! Urgh!” “Tatiana, what are you talking about?” An elderly lady with a cane appeared from behind her. She squinted at me and pulled out her reading glasses. “And who is this?” “Grandma, this is my friend, Yvonne Zane. I switched dorms, and she’s my new roommate.”

They saw the facilities and, finally, the rooms. “Sir, this is the premium room, it has access to a private beach.” “Could you give us a minute alone?” “Yes, sir.” The employee left the room. Axel and Alicia walked towards some lounge chairs at the exit of the room and sat down. Seconds later, Axel let out a big sigh before speaking. “Miss Torres?” “Yes, sir?” Alicia asked, looking at him while he continued to stare at the beach.