Classroom Of Elite Genre Novels & Stories

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

Well, it must be because of the aphrodisiac. My body ached all over, especially my arm, where I had stabbed it. Once the grogginess lifted and my mind felt clearer, I pushed myself up to sit and checked if my bag was nearby. It was—placed neatly on the table beside the bed. I reached out and picked up my phone. The first thing I saw when I swiped up the lock screen was a social media post. WOW_SHOCKING: [Did Actress Antonette Madonna and CEO of Salvatore Corporation, Vercel Salvatore, break up?]

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.

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.

They’re the actors, walking into their parts without needing scripts. I pause just inside the doors, tray balanced in my hands, and let my eyes sweep across the room. The seating chart isn’t written down anywhere, but it might as well be engraved in stone. In the center sits the crown jewel: a long table where the most polished students laugh too loudly, toss their hair too perfectly, and check their phones with the kind of careless entitlement that comes from knowing your last name could buy someone else’s future. The Blackridge Elite. That’s what they’re called, though no one dares say it to their faces. You don’t need to. The way everyone else orbits around them says enough.

They were all a bunch of hypocrites. “Those Elites can be stupid times. Sometimes, I wonder if they are to be called Elites. If you check the brilliant students in the school, they are all Omegas. Elites only reach the top because their parents are ready to bribe their way through. They disgust me.” Noah rolled his eyes. “I know right, they are a bunch of fools.” Lily supported his words.

"What?" "Stop getting lost, go clean up, we have to go down for breakfast." She conveyed and I rolled my eyes. "And don't forget that you're having class by eleven." She added and the urge to cry choked me. The classes were just extra classes organized by some top-ranking students in the school and by top-ranking, I mean both in money, connection, and in the brain. They call themselves elites and if I gain their favor with my hard work, it's a plus in getting the scholarship.

Naomi arched her brow nonchalantly to see Sherry and her boyfriend, Johnson Kane, leading a group of so-called elites from Class A. They deliberately blocked the entry and refused to let her in. "Naomi, I have a piece of advice for you. You should just hurry up and return to Class F! Don't stay here and wait till you're cast away!" "That’s right! You should just leave!" "Our class doesn’t welcome you!" As soon as Sherry was done speaking, her boyfriend Johnson immediately incited the rest of the students from Class A into opposing her. Clarissa stayed out of trouble by staying in the classroom. She propped her chin on her hand as she leisurely watched her classmates attacking Naomi. Finally,

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

They will officially join Class 1-1 tomorrow. Class 1-1. The elite class. The shark tank where every student has a Purity rating of 90% or higher. The comment section is already exploding. Most of the replies are from upperclassmen who are clearly slacking off during lectures. I scroll past the gossip and focus on the user levels. The loudest voice in the thread belongs to a Level 5 user. [God of War - Bore]: Which one of the newbies is the Death God? Stop hiding. Come out and fight me to the death!