Classroom 666 の小説・ストーリー

=== Class A - Death Princess & Seer Class B - Death Princess & Seer (Double up) Class C - Match Class D - Gambler, Controlled Berserker & Two Shots Class E - Zen, Faceless, Oriole, Impenetrable Shield, Tracer & Scorpion === Liu Feng and Akiko had no complaints, but Killian wanted to cry. “Am I the only one in Class C?” he asked and looked at Zen hopefully. He was the only person who could go through all the deluxe rooms in the building to make them out level by level. Unlike Class A and B that only had ten rooms each, Class had about thirty rooms and three whole floors! Not to mention, the advanced gym and games room were places nobody usually used. Yet, it was huge enough to accommodate at

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

26. It was on the second floor on extreme corner of the left wing of the building of the college. It took me minutes to find it. It was the only class without room number board on it. I saw few girls giggling outside the class. One of them was standing by the door of the class so I rushed over to her and ask " is this Lr.26?" She was a plum girl with fair skin and long brown wavy hairs tied into a low pony tail. By her appearance she looked kind.

“But since we got to Basic 6, the class population increase and they divide the class into two arms, A and B. That was when things changed.” “Changed as how?” Ayo asked, not minding the English this time around. “That class I know is still a funny one.” “No, not in that way,” Bukky replied. “Class 6A was progressing academically while 6B academic performance was deteriorating.” “And you were in?”

Lily P.O.V I walked up to my usual spot in the classroom, third row from the front. The gallery-style seats gave a clear view of everyone around.Emily, my best friend, followed me behind .We had this class together. Most of the students were already settling down in their seats. The class was just about to begin. I leaned back in my chair, opening my notebook and setting up my laptop, mentally preparing for another gruelling lecture from Professor Hudson. Just as I was settling in, I felt a poke on my shoulder. I turned to Emily, raising an eyebrow. “What’s up?” I whispered, noticing the uneasy look on her face.

The nerve! “Having murderous thoughts are we, Miss Sanders?” The jerk snapped me out of my thoughts with a weird twinkle in his eyes and that hot damn smirk! Did I say hot? God! I meant God! God, help me! I gave him my most deadly glare, which caused a couple people around me to flinch away. But then it was my time to smirk. “Well, yes, Mr. Whitmore. You see, yesterday…” “Let's continue with the lesson, shall we?” His return glare had “you’re in big trouble” written all over it. “And stay back after class.” With that he went back to teaching about stupid chemical bonding.

She wasn't treating me like me. She entered a classroom and I heaved a sigh before following her in. Everything about this school was just too enormous. I took in the class. There was a locker behind it and a flat screen TV beside the white board. The TV wouldn't be anything lesser than 120 inches. "Hey Class. Good Morning. Welcome back to School." "I've missed you Miss Florence." A male voice at the back of the class said and the whole class laughed. "I've missed you too Jam Jam. I hope you've grown over the break."

The door clicked shut with a finality that sent a shiver racing down my spine. My heart hammered against my ribs as the six of them surrounded the desk, their tall, muscular bodies cutting off any escape. The classroom lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows that only made their chiseled features look more dangerous. Marcus stood directly in front of me, that massive bulge in his jeans now at eye level, straining obscenely. I could smell them—all of them—raw male musk mixed with something darker, hungrier.

"I recall when that wasn't a clause. Just a guess shared among weary people working night shifts." Caelan arched an eyebrow. "How do you classify a guess?" She shrugged. "You wait until there are enough of them that they add up." Outside, the countryside stretched broad—and sounded different now. Not louder. Not softer. Just heard. --- 11:37 AM — Sector A, Education Bay 2 An indoor classroom under canvas—two sides open, low benches in staggered rings. A team of rotating youth facilitators led students through diagrams of soil membranes in layers.