Classrom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

It took a couple of days after i recovered from the fever. Fortunately, I was able to catch up to the classes I missed and it was all thanks to Toma's efforts in taking notes and in teaching me too. "Ahh~ I really missed walking outdoors with you." He said while we were on our way to our first class. "So do I." I said, smiling. "Wanna hangout somewhere after classes?" Toma asked. I raised an eyebrow at him. "No. We got to study, we're almost done for the last semester. We should get serious on this for a better future."

“Well…. we already know who’s BW and CF, so tommorow, we make it fill the campus, but damn…I love the Colt guy already. Is it weird that I get wet hearing his name? I can’t…” "Well..... we already know who's SM and CD, so tommorow, we make it fill the campus, but damn... I love the Colt guy already. Is it weird that I get wet hearing his name? I can't wait to resume tomorrow! Trinidad you're in Computer Science with him you're so lucky!" Elmira moaned. Elmira and Roxy are English students. "I don't give a damn about his sassy boldness. I'm only concerned about how he's now ahead of me as the most brilliant coding genius." Trinidad sat back, drinking her alcohol.

The seat directly in front of her, the seat behind her, and the desks immediately to her left and right remained completely vacant, creating an invisible, isolated ring around her. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and Brandon Cole walked into the lecture hall. He was surrounded by two wealthy-looking classmates, but the moment his eyes scanned the room and locked onto Elara, his steps faltered. A look of sheer malice crossed his face, and he threw a violent death glare straight at her. Instead of sitting anywhere near her, he actively marched over to the absolute opposite side of the lecture hall, placing as much distance between them as possible. Elara was not one to be intimidat

Victoria The grand oak-paneled classroom of Madam Hannah's Luna Academy gleamed with early afternoon sunlight. The seven of us sat in a perfect semicircle facing our formidable instructor, whose ramrod-straight posture hadn't wavered once in the past hour. I'd positioned myself strategically away from Lilith's trio, who kept exchanging whispers and pointed glances in my direction.

Carmelita had only been there twice before, and both times she had attended events she never wanted to go to. The music was too loud, the decorations were too bright, and the whole room felt far too cheerful for her mood. She had barely stepped inside before she spotted several familiar faces. Most of them looked vaguely familiar, but she could hardly remember their names. She already knew she would have to smile and pretend she remembered everyone. She had only taken a few more steps when she saw him. Lorenzo Romano sat in the middle of the room with the rest of their former classmates. He wore a dark jacket, and the awkward young man she remembered from school had disappeared. Time had sof

Glenn to get a new desk, a computer, and two monitors. ​I sat down with my legs crossed as I logged in immediately. ​“Let's find out why you're being adored by the Carters.” I bit my fingernail before doing some digging, and then I came across Williams's early life. ​The Elites: a school for the rich. ​Rosetta also attended the same school. I tried to remember, but I couldn't access some of her memories. ​While staring at the pictures of the school, my eyes caught something familiar.

‌ he adde‍d, v‍oice lowering, “which i⁠s kind of a b‍ig deal.” My⁠ stomach tightened. “Big how?” ‌Mi‌l‌es h‌e‍sitate‍d, then glanced toward the door like it might be listeni‌ng. “Dorm 3 is elite territory,” he said qu‍iet‍ly. “Mo‍st of the guys here are legacy stud‍ents. Old families, so‍ns o‍f donors and board memb⁠ers. People whose pa‌re‍nts have buildi‍ngs named after them.”

My brows furrowed. “I mean,” he continued, “look at it, Arden. Elite is the most prestigious academy in the country. Maybe even the continent. The facilities are state-of-the-art. The curriculum is intense, innovative, and powerful. It trains warriors, strategists, healers, scholars, and diplomats all under one roof. It produces the best of the best. We all came here because of that. Because everyone says this is the place where greatness is born.” He shook his head.

Alex~ I’m half listening as the professor rambles on about digital user marketing and scrolls through his slides. The other half of my mind is on my roommate, the guy who seemed larger than life. To proud to not get himself noticed whenever he is around. He seemed so deflated and weak this morning.