Classroom Of Elite Novels & Stories

Somehow, some way, I would find a way to ruin it. And being alone isn't so bad. I wanted to ask about my husband, I wanted to ask how well he knew the man, but I opted for looking out the window and chewing on my bottom lip like I held a grudge against it. No. The silence is better. Thirty minutes later, the magnificent sight of Elysium Elite University came into view. It was one of the most elusive and prestigious universities in New York, a school founded by the most powerful men in the country at the time. Over one hundred years of history and it still ranked first every year as the hardest school to get into.

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

It was a jumble of shuffling feet, maxed-out voices, giggling, exaggerated laughter, door slams, and murmurs. However, through the conundrum caused by the school bell, which was seen in the hallways and premises, only one class remained gentle, like they didn't hear the bell, which was the favorite of any high school student. Class 2-B. The most disciplined class in the entire school and maybe the whole town. A title that wasn't earned because the students were of their best behavior innately, but was because of the grooming their homeroom teacher, Miss Elis, instilled in them.

For three whole years, everyone at school knows me as a hopeless student who can barely pass a test. After the SATs, I am sitting at my cousin's college acceptance celebration, quietly eating my meal. My aunt, Karen Reed, suddenly snatches the plate from my hands. "Your scores are pathetic, and you still have the nerve to sit here and eat?" My cousin, Wilbert Yard, swirls his drink and sneers. "Jason, you won't get anywhere in life with a brain like yours. You can be my driver someday. I'll pay you 800 dollars a month." My uncle, George Yard, points a finger in my face. He looks at me in disgust and says, "Your parents have been working out of town for three years, and you still can't

“Who the hell are you?” ‎“Andrei Orlov.” ‎That name hit me like a slap. ‎Everyone knew that name. The quiet tech genius. The dangerous type. There were whispers about arms deals, international connections, frozen assets in his wake but none has been proven. What I didn't understand was how he became a client in my foundation. Did he lie? Or was he part of Alex clients he laundered money for? My head was banging with questions. The man was untouchable. And he was standing in front of me like I was a business deal.

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.

"I always love to share knowledge, I don't mind. Especially to those who most certainly can't afford it. Now according to Economy, 'there is the 'poor', there is the 'working class', there is also the 'lower middle class', the 'upper..." "Elite......." There was total silence in whole dinning room, and I wasn't even hearing the clinking of cutleries on plates anymore. "I belong to the Elite class and of course, I did understand that you said. I just felt it was quite materialistic, and that isn't giving." I waved it off literally. I had decided to reply the woman just as she deserves, and not care how Carter would feel. He wasn't willing to stand up to her for me, so maybe I should just do s

I slip past the teacher and into my chair next to Delilah thankfully class had not started yet. First class was a breeze with my extra knowledge and education growing up it was not too complicated and am thankful for the extra work my father required of me and the twins. I part with Delilah drop my books off to my locker and head to my second class I have with Karla who surprisingly is waiting at my locker for me . We head to elite defence class together I was surprised they had all supernaturals train together Karla explained that while it’s not a walk in the park the elite defence class was nothing in comparison

I looked down at the paper on the desk before speaking. “The Elite's gonna be fine,” Cynthia lifted up her head and blinked in confusion. I stared right back into her eyes, waiting for a protest. If we had to work with a school on this project, it certainly had to be Madison's. “Elite's?!” She blotted out in confusion. “Yeah I nodded and dropped my eyes back down to her boobs, I was getting visibly hard and couldn't wait to be done with this so I could pin her down on my desk.

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.