Classrom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

I breathed in and breathed out slowly. As we stepped in, the bass didn't just hit my ears. It vibrated through my ribs. The scent of expensive perfume filled the air. It wasn't a regular club. "Adam's" was designed for the high and mighty. A man in a sharp black suit with an earpiece froze the moment he saw us. His eyes went wide. "Boss Lady," he gasped, bowing his head low. "The Romano suite is ready, but I could clear the floor..."

Her heart pounded, but she kept her mask on. And then — silence fell. The crowd parted as six students strode forward with undeniable authority — three boys and three girls, their confidence filling the room. Their uniforms were immaculate, their postures perfect. Everyone else stepped aside instinctively. When the six stepped forward, Leora noticed they weren’t just confident — they carried themselves like they already owned the room. The girl at the center smirked, her dark eyes sharp as a blade. “Luna Leora, it’s an honor.” She tilted her head. “We are the Elite Wolf Group.”

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

_____ **Classical Luxury Brand Headquarters** The sleek, mirrored exterior of Classical sparkled under the late-morning sun, reflecting light like a palace crafted for modern royalty. Its name—elegantly scripted in gold cursive—adorned a polished marble plaque at the entrance, a fitting herald for the empire that Carmelita Luther had meticulously built, infused with elegance, ambition, and a steel resolve hidden beneath the softest of silks.

“Don’t act so pure.” Elara flinched. Her chest rose and fell. The heat in her body became unbearable. “Stop,” she said weakly. “Please…” Ben growled irritably. “Many women actually want this.” “Elara doesn’t,” she replied softly, yet firmly. Meanwhile, inside a car speeding down the road, Reno gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. In the passenger seat, Ken kept monitoring his phone. “The location is Orion Club,” Ken said. “Private room.”

"Okay, I heard some of you talking about your plans for this vacation. It's always nice to hear what you'll be doing after graduation. So, let's go around and share your plans." He started with the kids sitting on the first bench. One after another, each child informed him about their future plans after graduation. Finally, he came to Coreen. She stood up and quite boldly told him, "I am going to join the Elite Hunts to become a better person. This is another chance to not only prove but also grow myself". The classroom burst into applause and cheers. Coreen just smiled smugly, her vanity soaking up the vox populi of her classmates. Maxine looked to Sarah, who was quietly but vehemently roll

He was smiling brightly, his gorgeous eyes focused on us. “History?” We knodded and all three of us walked to class together. Stuttgart was really hot. Actually, the correct term was gorgeous, with a big bone structure, broad shoulders, tall and thin but muscular, and with his dark complexion, it made quite a sight. I drew in my breath when I saw just how big the classroom was. It was huge formed like the old greek gladiator arena’s. In the middle of desks climbing up the wall, there was a desk that was surely the teachers, packed with stacks of paper. I sat in one of the desks in the top row, way at the back, Thentos next to me on my right, and Stuttgart on my left.

Although she was truly confident about working in Casa Roma Hotel, looking at Serene right now, she might swim back to her apartment and forget about the tempting salary of Casa Roma. Edna took two folders. Attached on that folder was the manual and contract. “This is the handbook, and the contract.” She handed the folder to the two of them. “Casa Roma is a motel, and we specialized on one night stand. Our guest are only elites. We don't accept guest who just win lotteries. We cater royals and billionaires. Casa Roma has a ticket entry system. They pay a thousand dollars for the golden ticket. Some guest come here with partners, some just pick anyone and bed them in the hotel. But we provide

It's our first time riding a carriage, and it's not as bad as I thought. A few minutes later, we arrived at a luxurious restaurant. Everything was lively here. There were many people around and based on their dress code, they were all nobles and high-ranking officials. To my surprise, I saw some teenagers wearing school uniforms. I looked at the symbol on their dress and gasped slightly. The Elite Academy For Werewolves! That's where Robin and Rowan studied. My heart beats faster. I just hope I won't bump into those two devils. However, our appearance and unique temperaments garnered everyone's attention the moment we entered the hall.