Classrom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

The discussion about Colt's new school happened that evening, over takeout pizza on the living room floor. "So," Clara said, setting down her slice. "We found a school for you." Colt looked up suspiciously. "What school?" "Royal Academy. It's a private school in North Dallas. Very prestigious. Very fancy." "How fancy?" "They have a planetarium." Colt's eyes went wide. "A real planetarium? With stars and everything?" "Real stars. Real everything."

Somehow, some way, I would find a way to ruin it. And being alone isn't so bad. I wanted to ask about my husband, I wanted to ask how well he knew the man, but I opted for looking out the window and chewing on my bottom lip like I held a grudge against it. No. The silence is better. Thirty minutes later, the magnificent sight of Elysium Elite University came into view. It was one of the most elusive and prestigious universities in New York, a school founded by the most powerful men in the country at the time. Over one hundred years of history and it still ranked first every year as the hardest school to get into.

The day we were supposed to submit our college applications, the class representative, Kenneth Graves, used a marketing video to brainwash everyone. “Times have changed, my friends! The best AI models have predicted that, in the next three years, even Ivy League graduates will face a 100% jobless rate! “What’s the real trend right now? It’s Galaxy Technical College! Once you register for this college, you will be hired into top AI companies upon graduation. Your salary will start from a million dollars a year!” In the previous timeline, I had locked the computer system and tried my best to prove that the entire thing was a scam. I had forced these high-performing students to apply to Ivy

My hips swayed in motion, my body pressed against the rose, my legs spread wide apart like an athlete. A soft murmuring spread across the room, I was in an earpiece on the left side so I couldn't pick the words easily but still I focused my undivided attention on my craft pouring my all into it. The Elite club 0.2 isn't just the regular clubs with VIP in attendance and a few men who just started touching funds. The club is meant for the old money kind of CEOs, the ones born and bred in wealth and affluence, the men who never had to chase anything all their life because all they needed to do was snap a finger and all they wanted would be set on a table before them.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

He gestured to a newly carved, polished silver plaque gleaming under the torchlight. My heart stopped. Engraved into the precious metal, written in the elegant, ancient script of the royal house, were the words: *The Cora Vane Curriculum Institute.* “What is this?” I whispered, my hand dropping from Leo’s shoulder as I stared at my own name etched into the absolute heart of the pack’s elite training ground.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

“Oh hey.” Flannel Guy looked me up and down, easy smile faltering just a fraction. He knew who I was. Everyone did. The recognition flickered across his face half admiration, half wariness. “This is Connor,” Eli said quickly, like he was trying to defuse something before it ignited. “He’s in my Romanticism seminar. Connor, this is Dante my roommate.” Connor stuck out a hand. “Big game today, man. Sick throws. That forty-yard dime in the fourth? Insane.”

he sighed. "They're all bullies. They turn students into slaves just because they're Elites." Jenny pouts. Kim frowned instantly. "I didn't mean you. Sorry," she said. "What are the Elites?" I asked. Kim looked at me. She sighed. "This school is a shared cooperation. But fifty-five per cent belongs to my mother. The remaining forty-five is shared by the King's, White, Patterson, Wonders, and so more. Those surnames, their kids are in this school, they call us the Elites," she sighed sadly.

Episode 36 – The Auction The air in the private gallery was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and unspoken desire. High above the city’s glittering skyline, a curated collection of the world’s wealthiest and most powerful figures lounged on plush divans, their eyes sharp with appraisal. At the center of the room, on a rotating platform of polished black marble, stood Elara.