Novel & Cerita Classroom Of Elites

There was a new thread on the campus forum. [Shocking news! Two guys are fighting over a girl in an elective class!]

*Meanwhile, in the King's Office* "How come it's only the two of you that have her in your classes." Elliot whined to his brothers. "Tough luck, you are the one who decided to choose Business Administration as a course." Alistair told his brother. Victor simply ignored him as he focused on the book he was reading.

After Dane Marcelo taught the lessons, he left the class "He's even more handsome, look at his torso " Briela said fantasizing over Dane Kate and Natalia leaves the class "I'll be right back" Natalia said and walks towards Dane's office She knocks on the door and entered after she heard a response "What can I do for you? Miss Merkel" He asks Natalia takes a good look at Him, his black silky hair combed back giving him a more dominant look "Miss merkel?" He repeats "Yes sir...I just wanted to say thank you, for helping me yesterday " Natalia blurts

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk

"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.

For six months I renovated the condo where my fiancé and I were supposed to begin our married life. Grant said he was buried in a project. My brother said he was always traveling. My best friend said something had come up at home. Not one of them had time to lend a hand. The night before I moved in, they covered my eyes and told me someone I would never guess had come back to warm the place for me. The door opened, and there was Serena Cole, a childhood friend I hadn’t seen in years, wearing my slippers and rushing at me with a smile. “Surprised?” I was. Until she said, offhand, “These past few days I couldn’t have managed without Grant helping me pick a mattress, Owen carrying my bags,

Even the children of elites in NUAT are extremely intelligent. The dinner at the Skyline Club—an exclusive penthouse haunt where the air was thin and the commoners were invisible—had been a masterclass in elite damage control. It was far removed from the sirens and chants echoing at the university gates. The table was set with fine bone china and silver that gleamed under the crystal chandelier.

Around me, students moved through the hallway, some glanced in my direction as I curse under my breath while some whispered as the others openly stared. A horrible feeling begins to crawl up my spine very slowly and relentlessly because I knew exactly what the elite program was. Everyone did! We all pretend we don’t see it but we do just like how the school always hints on diversity but we know we scholarship kids are charity cases they don’t want. The elite academic track wasn’t just advanced coursework, It was Ravenshire’s inner circle club / class. Only filled with the best of the best and not academic wise but legacy students, billionaire heirs, future politicians, trust fund kids and fu

As she fled down the empty corridor, a torrent of frantic, disbelieving curses poured through her head. What is wrong with the people in this school?! It's broad daylight! Broad! Daylight! If you want to do that kind of stuff, find yourself a private room, god damn it! Are they animals?! She couldn't believe her own bad luck. First her terrifying professor, and now catching one of the top elites making out in a public stairwell! Velmora Academy was quickly proving to be an absolute madhouse. Meanwhile, back in the quiet stairwell... The heavy sound of Elara’s retreating footsteps faded entirely, leaving behind an awkward silence.

“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.