Classroom Of Elite Batch

“Alam kong bawal… pero bakit sa lahat ng lalaki, siya pa?” Hindi inakala ni Scarlett na ang isang gabing akala niya’y mananatiling lihim ay babalik para guluhin ang buong buhay niya. Bilang isang graduating education student, handa na siyang tahakin ang panibagong yugto ng pagiging pre-service teacher. Akala niya, ang magiging problema lang niya ay lesson plans, classroom observations, at kung paano mapabilib ang kanyang cooperating teacher. Pero sa unang araw pa lang ng practicum, gumuho agad ang katahimikan niya. Dahil ang lalaking nakatayo sa harapan ng classroom—ang lalaking may malamig na mga mata at nakakabinging presensya—ay siya ring lalaking naka-one night stand niya. At mas nakakabigla? Siya ang lalaking kailangan niyang makasama, makatrabaho, at harapin araw-araw. Sa pagitan ng propesyon at pagnanasa, respeto at tukso, hanggang kailan nila kayang itago ang lihim ng gabing nagbuklod sa kanila? At paano kung habang pilit niya itong nilalabanan, lalo naman siyang nahuhulog sa lalaking hindi niya dapat mahalin at pagnasahan? ------------ Warning: This novel contains erotic and explicit scenes that may not be suitable for all readers. This story is purely a product of the author’s imagination. Names, characters, events, and situations are fictional and are not intended to depict or represent real people or real-life events. Strictly for readers 18 years old and above only. If you are under 18, please do not read. Read at your own risk. <3 --mayonaka_kisaki

Two years ago, I was one of the Disease Control Agency's best researchers. But while I was investigating a batch of virus samples with unsequenced genetic codes, my husband's true love burned me to death. She poured rubbing alcohol over the virus samples she accidentally dropped and rendered me unconscious with diethyl ether. Then, she set the lab on fire and burned everything to a crisp. When the agency's other employees led the firefighters to the scene, she cried and claimed I'd stolen the virus samples after colluding with an unknown organization. A month later, an odd and aggressive virus spread throughout the city, leading to countless deaths. My husband, Ethan Carter, denounced and severed ties with me before getting together with his true love. The whole city turned on me, crying for my blood. Everyone said I was a spy from an external power. That changes when three daring high school students accidentally stumble upon the cordoned-off lab. They discover my charred body inside.

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.

Sloane Mercer has made it her mission to test every limit Professor Dalton Avery sets. Sharp-tongued, fearless, and irresistibly defiant. She turns his lectures into a battlefield of wit and willpower. Dalton prides himself on control. Of his classroom, of his reputation, and especially of his desires. But when Sloane pushes one time too many, the tension between them finally ignites. What begins as a battle for dominance becomes something far more dangerous. An illicit affair burning with passion, power, and the threat of exposure. The closer Dalton gets to losing himself to her, the more he realizes he never had control at all.

After transferring into an elite high school, I was bullied. However, it was not my classmates that bullied me; it was every object in the school. The private bathroom in my dorm only ran icy cold water when I showered, forcing me to trek to the public bathhouse in the dead of winter. When I begged the dorm supervisor, Mrs. Linda Mercer, to submit a repair request, she rolled her eyes and said, "The students who lived here last year never had this problem. Why is it suddenly broken when you move in?" My student ID card never worked in the library or the cafeteria. Every single time, it failed to scan, and I had to register manually. The multimedia equipment in the classroom froze whenever I touched it, dragging down the entire class schedule. I went to the teachers for help. They frowned and complained instead. "Everyone else can use it just fine. Why does it only malfunction when you do?" Even my deskmate rolled her eyes and mocked me. "You put on such a show every day. You are the only one who's so special. Are we supposed to stop studying just for you?" One strange incident after another completely isolated me at my new school. I cried and begged my parents to let me transfer again. They said, "The college entrance exam is right around the corner. Stop making trouble. Just endure it, and it will pass." I listened. I decided to grit my teeth and push through. Then, on the day of the college entrance exam, the security gate malfunctioned and started leaking electricity. Everyone else was fine. I was the only one who was electrocuted to death on the spot. Until the moment I died, I could not understand why the entire school seemed to be pushing me out. I was just a newly transferred student who had no grudges with anyone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I arrived to register at the new school.

Step into sin…. Behind closed doors, desire has no rules. The forbidden stepfather who can’t keep his hands to himself. The older man who teaches her lessons no classroom ever could. The roommate whose touch ignites something neither of them can name. The rival who becomes the one person she can’t stop wanting. This is college, but not the way anyone warned you about. Welcome to the darkest, wettest, most sinfully intoxicating collection of desires you’ve ever read. These aren’t love stories. They’re hunger stories. And once you start, you won’t stop until you’re completely undone. Drip. By. Drip.

Zandra Veronica Torres, A brave and Independent woman with a big boobs and heart. Yes, A big boobs! All men in her batch was drooling over her. Even older than her, they want to get in zandra's pants. But, zandra don't give a damn to them. Because, someone caught her attention already. And that someone is the vocalist of PLANETA, Saturn Centaurus. A team captain, dean lister, hot looking guy with a huge penis. (according to zandra.) Saturn hates bitches, sluts, flirts, and especially zandra. Zandra confessed her feelings to saturn in a backstage with her friend named haedi. But, saturn rejected her there. Zandra was so mad because of that. She can't think straight because of what happened. She likes saturn so much that she can do everything! But, saturn always turn her down. Saturn hates zandra so much that he can't look at zandra's eyes because it annoyed him. And the motto says itself that, "The more you hate, The more you love." But, will that hate will turn really into love or it is just a distraction that needs an attention? Is this a Biggest Distraction?

Surviving high school is tough enough—but being a werewolf? That’s a whole different level. I’m Sarah, trying to navigate schoolwork, friendships, and the chaos of teenage life, all while resisting the dangerously magnetic charm of Fitch Jones—the school’s infamous Alpha. Reckless, irresistible, and utterly captivating, Fitch leaves heartbreak and rumors in his wake wherever he goes. From late-night parties to classroom showdowns, every day tests loyalty, desire, and self-control. Caught between supernatural instincts and human emotions, I have to rely on my wit and courage just to survive—and maybe even come out on top. Who can resist Fitch Jones’ pull, and how many hearts will break under the pack’s irresistible force?

My company hosts an appreciation gala to thank long-time clients. I go to the company's cold storage to retrieve the batch of wine just flown in from overseas when a stream of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "That was close! She almost caught Daisy covered in red wine and looking all seductive. Good thing Tristan reacted fast and hid her in the freezer." "Can Scarlett just leave already? Look how cold Daisy and Tristan are. They are shivering. What if they catch a cold?" I pause mid-step, my gaze landing on the freezer behind me. Red wine is dripping out, and a piece of fabric is caught in the door. On it, I see the motif I personally sew onto my fiancé's clothes. Just then, the comments appear again. "Tristan plays it cool, claiming he is all about platonic love and staying chaste for Daisy. What a touching romance!" I smirked coldly. The platonic act is fake. The truth is he's cheating on me. Without a word, I turn around and toss the clothes they leave on the floor into the trash. Then, I lock the cold storage door and call the boss, who is in the middle of giving a speech. I exclaim over the phone, "A thief broke into the company! I locked them in the cold storage. Please bring some men and come over quickly!"

Our family road trip ended in a cliffside plunge. The Moon Goddess told us that to survive, we must enter the werewolf world and conquer the cruelest Alpha in existence. Only by obtaining the Alpha’s "Token of the Blood Oath" could our family be reborn. My cousin Chloe, brimming with confidence, chose the identity of the "Savior." She attempted to replicate the "White Moonlight"—the lost love—from the Alpha's memories. Meanwhile, the "Spectators" from this world were blowing up the chat stream: "This family is interesting. Much smarter than the last batch." "As long as one of them gets the Token, they all resurrect. I’m betting on the blonde hottie." "For sure. The way that Alpha looks at her? His favorability is already maxed out." Just when we thought victory was in the bag, the next day brought devastating news. The first batch of family members who entered the instance were wiped out. And Cousin Chloe died the most gruesome death of them all. The tone of the chat instantly shifted to mockery and ridicule: "LMAO. Did they really think this was some fluffy romance novel? That’s the Rogue King who crawled out of a pile of corpses." "Forget his 'White Moonlight.' He wouldn't hesitate to kill his own Fated Mate."