Classroom 666 Novels & Stories

Which makes it way better, he makes you want to learn, and it lets you finish the day on a good vibe not a bad one. The bell went and I was up first, out the door first and skipping to my last class. Walking in quickly to the back far left corner I take the seat I always sit in. Away from everyone else, just how I like it. Mr Crayton has been talking most of class about The Great War we had with the humans. Hunters as they are called when I smelt something, I didn't react to it though but I felt it. Coffee and soap. Wait soap chuckling inwardly, concentrate on class girl I thought.

Her brother said, “And besides, it’ll just be hellish six days because by the seventh day we need to get to the address with all the others-“ “Yeah, yeah shut it, I’ll start doing some now. Can you get some of my CD’s in my room?” “But all of those are Rock N’ Roll! We can’t focus with music like those! We should have classical or something.” Roxced argued, “And lots of tea or maybe coffee too.” “Sure, I’ll go grab tea downstairs. I can even carry a gallon of those, if you’d like.” Roxenne said, “But never even think about playing classical music while we’re on it or else.” Roxenne looked at him suspiciously, and gave him the “I’m watching you” gesture.

Jihoon grimaced at the long rip in the calf of his beige pants. He’d had a growth spurt the past year, making him the tallest in his class. It also made him unintentionally clumsy. The school was a U-shaped building with long narrow hallways, lined on one side by classrooms and on the other by wide windows facing the inner courtyard and sports fields. The building was old, and there was no central heat to warm the halls in the brisk fall chill. They snuck into the back of the classroom with ten minutes left in homeroom. The teacher, Miss Kwon, was still addressing the class.

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.

Roomie🤗💕:- pleasant afternoon to you too, pretty thing. I roll my eyes. Roomie🤗💕:- what’s wrong? Me:- what’s wrong is that I kind of got distracted in “you know who’s” class and I got called out and then he said to see him after class. Me:- I am freaking out! Roomie:- student teacher sex in the professor’s office 😭🔥 I gasp. Me:- Evan! This is serious. Roomie🤗💕:- sorry sorry but I mean what else could it be.

It was House Six. And House Six? They didn’t say a damn thing. No smirks. No humblebrags. No blurry party footage conveniently “accidentally” posted. Just their usual detached, above-it-all silence. And somehow, that made it worse. Or better. Depends who you asked. The House Six classroom didn’t even try to pretend it belonged on the same campus as the others. It wasn’t a classroom—it was a statement. The floors were dark wood, polished until they reflected the overhead lights like mirrors. The walls were lined with bookshelves no one ever touched.

"You were the only one who saw me. If you walk away now... what do I have left? I lost it earlier—I didn't mean any of that. You'll forgive me... won't you?" The more Sharon begged, the more unsettled Chuck got. Even Sebastian and Caroline started to sweat. Was this really the same "helpless" girl she always played? Silence settled over the room. Chuck answered with his back. Caroline forced out a half-hearted attempt at comfort, but it barely landed. Days later, things exploded online. The doctor who gave Yasmine the meds got canned. Benetton and Adelson Corp? Nationwide boycotts. Crowds swarmed Adelson HQ, calling out Sebastian for abusing his adopted daughter.