Classroom Of Elites Novels & Stories

The elite class for young prodigies that Hayden attends at Central University was unlike any other ordinary elementary school. No matter how much money Avery had, she would not be able to enroll Layla there. Besides, Layla did not want to join an elite class anyway. She could not understand anything that Hayden was learning about, nor did she have any interest in it. When Mike led Layla out of the house and saw Elliot's car, he immediately froze in his tracks. Elliot's driver opened up the trunk to the car and brought out Mrs. Cooper's suitcases.

People are already in classes so I don't have to endure stares and whispers anymore. "Ellie," Lisa waves me over as soon as I walk into the general class, and all eyes turn to me. Damn. "We thought you would take a long break," she says, pulling a chair next to her, and I take it with relief. "Why?" "I don't know. Considering what happened."She shrugs and I smile at Casper. Today he is not alone. His mate is beside him and that must feel so good. "Hey," Casper waves, and the girl turns to me too.

A promise. Alaric’s conference room, usually cold and quiet, buzzes with conversation as everyone takes their place. Ellie sits beside Damian, notebook in hand and already scribbling down thoughts. Jason lounges in his seat, deceptively relaxed but alert, his sharp eyes tracking everyone’s movements. Tristan is leaning over the table with a hard look on his face, while Celeste sits a little apart, arms crossed, visibly uncomfortable but present. Ciara gives her a sidelong glance every so often, but holds her tongue—for now. Even Brian, who usually avoids these high-level meetings, is here, wearing an uncharacteristically serious expression. "The Hidden Cost of Power: Are the Elites Destroyin

It gives them the idea to try some shit earlier than they should. We reach our destination and go to our assigned class. The door to the classroom is wide open so Cassey just walks in but I am frozen and all I can think about is turning around and running away because my worst nightmare has come true. Occupying the seats at the back are none other than the elites and as if the world is working extra hard against me today, Suzie and one of her clowns, Veronica, are also in this class. Scanning the room, the only allies I have are Cassey and Trevor who is currently chatting up the girl seated next to him. The bell rings which startles me out of my stupor but by then Cassey is already seated an

Her bright red hair was cut short and to an angle so that it pointed to her chin. “West Ora has a lot to offer, so don’t squander this opportunity. As hybrids this is the best place for you to learn to control all parts of yourself. Most of the time, hybrids focus on one part, neglecting the other. Here you can learn both at the same time. Your schedules will be busier than others, since you have more to learn. I will show you each building throughout the campus. Each one pertains to a certain element, or species. We also have your regular math and English classes in one building where you will be mixed with other species. We expect everyone to get along here. Outside wars and feuds are left

Without the core encryption key, that system would not last three minutes in a code-combat test. I took a cab to the airport and sat in the waiting area, watching planes lift into the sky beyond the window. My phone stayed quiet. Victor was probably still basking in the joy of thinking he was about to win a billion-dollar contract. He had no time to bother with me. I opened my tablet and logged into the internal livestream of the bidding venue. On the screen, Sophie was standing onstage, speaking smoothly through the PowerPoint. Victor sat in the first row below, gazing at her with admiration.

The school for the rich and famous where money is the basis of someone's personality. The students are divided into four classes, the Platinum Class - they are the richest heirs and heiress and the royalties in the world. The Golden Class are those living in the limelight, the celebrities and models. The Silver Class where student's parents are professional workers of those above them. And then there's the Bronze Class who were accepted by scholarships and sponsorships of the elites.

She really was planning to get a mission in the barracks but Kesha went into her room with a piece of news about a meeting with all the Elite trainees. Creak! When they opened the door of the room, all of the other Elite trainees were already in there, sitting around the round table in the middle of the room. They now staring at the two who just happened to open the door. An old lady was standing facing the window with its back facing the Elites. Almina noticed some familiar faces inside the room. It was Keremi and the blonde. They then proceeded to seat on the vacant chairs which made some creaking noises.

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

My eyes take it all in, my father, who was the greatest leader since the beginning of time, who stood for equality would hate to see this happening. The Royals class is where you’d expect every student of a flourishing pack to learn. The room is a hall, every student had a personal work station, with the hologram machines in front of them, the room has an actual thermostat. I am slightly tempted to reveal my true heritage, if only to get the Royals class privilege. But I can’t do that. A royal notices me looking into their classroom, she has a look of disgust on her face as she walks to me and pulls the blinds down.