Classroom Of Elites Novels & Stories

I knew I had the privilege to attend this kind of school all thanks to Mr Raphael. I did my registration in the administration block and a teacher showed me my class, I walked in into the class and noticed no one noticed my presence, I knew I was the most simple dressed female student because everyone was looking beautiful and smartly dressed. I quickly walked into my classroom and sat at back in other to see everyone clearly. Chatters and laughters filled every corner of the class, everyone were in two's, three's and four in groups discussing their holiday experience, but I don't want to remember mine.

The receptionist says then walks me to the door. "Thank you." I say before walking in. Mr Sinclair stood up immediately I walked in. He stepped toward me and held out his hand. "Isabella Marino? I presume. Paul Sinclair." "Yes, Isabella Marino." I said then I took his hand. "Good to formally meet you, I have looked at your resume and I have to say I'm impressed, first of your class in MIT with a degree of software engineering and also an MBA." Paul says with a smile. "Glad to hear it." I say returning his smile, he was still holding my hand.

This retail mall was globally recognized as an immensely high-tariff, elite establishment, meaning the consumer demographic was exclusively restricted to high-profile celebrities, government dignitaries, and multi-millionaire entrepreneurs. I was fully briefed on the terrifying lack of restraint Mr. Jefri exhibited once his carnal instincts were fully set ablaze. He had previously engineered a reckless, high-velocity kissing sequence inside a public supermarket layout, entirely unbothered by the reality that an audience of suburban maternal figures was actively monitoring the choreography. Consequently, within the perimeter of an isolated service corridor like this, he would command absolute

My hips swayed in motion, my body pressed against the rose, my legs spread wide apart like an athlete. A soft murmuring spread across the room, I was in an earpiece on the left side so I couldn't pick the words easily but still I focused my undivided attention on my craft pouring my all into it. The Elite club 0.2 isn't just the regular clubs with VIP in attendance and a few men who just started touching funds. The club is meant for the old money kind of CEOs, the ones born and bred in wealth and affluence, the men who never had to chase anything all their life because all they needed to do was snap a finger and all they wanted would be set on a table before them.

They were all in the introductory classes together and it was torture for Ellie. She found her favorite class was mathematics. She was in the same class with Jake, Meredith, Sam, Firash, and unfortunately Mark, but his presence was overshadowed by the presence of all of her friends. They were in the advanced math class, taking pre-calculus. They were all in her Chemistry and Physics class as well. At the end of the year, they would take a placement exam to determine if they were able to start university-level Calculus during their senior year. Apparently Mark, despite his dismal personality, had a brilliant brain as he was one of the top students in the class. Luckily for Ellie, she was also

My fingers find the light dial on the wall, and I turn it, dimming the room of its bright white light. Most of our clients don't like to be seen. So Chad has us dimming the room until they say otherwise. I walk towards the other figure in the room. His cologne invades my senses. He smells expensive, which is odd. Because the expensive types are usually Maddie and Laylas' clients. “Hi, my name's YINA.” I close my eyes and bow, getting down on my knees. “I am here for your pleasure.” I recite our given lines from Chad.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

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.

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.