Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite 2

Elara got up and said, "Yes, I am." The teacher introduced herself, "I'm the head teacher of class 2A, Ms. Notch." Before Katie Notch could finish speaking, Rosalie exclaimed, "Elara! Did your daughter beat up the kids in class 2A as well?"

The Classy Elite dining hall boast of wealthy and how prestigious the private highschool is,with it's perfection and excellent standard in every aspect of the school, that why it rated first and the best in USA as a whole. The students sat down in pairs and clique as they ate and chatted happily. Jace and his friends move to their high-table at the corner of the hall ,where the students believe that the seats belong to the high-monarch and highest class in school like Ian Grayson and his friends are the only ones could only sit there. " Hey Jace what with the sullen look. We just won the match so cheer up man ! ,Just forget whatever that is bothering you" a brownette guy said,his bimbo pe

Let's go together after the class ended . Elina knew few of her classmates already got their money from their shares and few already bought new cars that of course a bit eye catching especially Mark . She heard from Lilian ,he got almost a billion profit from his investment and the shares he bought. He bought the new black Bugatti Veyron and indeed it's very eye catching especially to the young boys .

She looked a bit tired, and told him with her drooping eyes, "I'm just tired. I want to rest, Mr Jing." He nodded. "I'll come by tomorrow." He took one last look at her before leaving. He exited the hospital and entered his luxury saloon. As he turned the key in the ignition, he recalled how she had suddenly collapsed with no palpable pulse while the elevator had stopped. The elevator had returned to its full working condition shortly after she had fainted, which caused him to feel it was out of the ordinary. Although it had just been ten minutes when she had been out cold, and then her pulse had subsequently returned, he had been terrorized stiff by the abrupt halt of her heartbeat.

Typical rich kids, Elara thought, rolling her eyes inwardly. Unlike them, she couldn't afford to slack off. She was here on a scholarship, and her entire future depended on her academic standing. Elara leaned forward, gripping her pen tightly, and began diligently writing down every single detail, taking thorough notes throughout the entire lecture. When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the first period, the teacher collected his papers and walked out. The classroom instantly devolved into a noisy buzz, with students talking loudly and laughing across the aisles. Then, the back door opened for the second lecture.

She kissed me softly, then Elena, and whispered against our lips… “Next week… my penthouse suite. Bring the bigger toys.” Elena laughed low, fingers still circling my oversensitive clit. “And the new vibrating butt plug I ordered… the one that pulses in time with our heartbeats.” I could barely speak, but I smiled. “Yes, ma’am… I’ll be early.” The city lights glittered outside the glass walls, but inside Elite National Bank the only thing that mattered was the slick, throbbing promise of more… much more.

TEN YEARS AGO. Jewel looked through the window of her mum's car as they drive into the new school. Her eyes widened as saucers, marveling at the amazing structures of the school, some of which we were not in her other school. She was resuming at Elite's academy for her senior school education. Her elder sister, Pearl was also a student of the school, in her senior year. Pearl scoffed has she watched Jewel practically ogling the school and drooling.

The late afternoon sun shone gently through the tall windows of Rosewood Elite Class, a place for the best students and children from rich families. The walls were cream colored and shiny, with gold decorations and fancy moldings. The furniture looked like it belonged in a five star hotel well polished wood with glass tops, soft leather chairs in royal blue, and long velvet curtains in light blue. Each desk had a screen built into the wood for private reading and lessons. A small but elegant chandelier hung in the middle of the room, casting a warm light over the students sitting in neat rows.

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.

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.