Classroom Of The Elite 2nd Year Novels & Stories

My screen displays a message. My World: Family meeting at 2 p.m. Strange, why would my little wife call a family meeting, and what exactly does she want to say? I mean, she is pregnant, even though my family doesn’t know yet, but when they see her today, they will know. I mean, her bump is now big. And God, did I mention how good she looks? She is the most beautiful woman on earth. I was afraid to sleep with her, but Camille would always jump on me and do me. I couldn’t allow her to do that anymore. I have just learned to be gentle with time. Camille loves sex, and that baby of ours is making her wild. And I can’t wait for us to carry our secondborn. I looked at the time, and I had just 30 m

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

“What?” Tiara turned to me, her big eyes now glossy with tears. “For the last two years. I… I’ve been in a secret relationship with a film director I once worked with. His name’s Viktor. I met him in my second year of college. He’s so different from Reagan. When I’m with him, I feel alive. But everyone was so proud of me being with Reagan. So I… I never said anything.” My legs felt weak. I stood slowly, taking half a step back. “Tiara…”

The final bell had rung over an hour ago, but Room 212 still carried the faint echo of teenage chatter and scraping chairs. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-closed blinds, casting warm golden stripes across the rows of empty desks. Ms. Mayleen Pope sat alone at the front of the classroom, her elegant figure framed by the heavy oak teacher’s desk that had been there longer than most of the students had been alive.

(Danny POV) The smell of vanilla and strawberries was intoxicating. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute, and all of my senses seemed to be on overdrive. I had a second chance mate. I HAD A SECOND CHANCE MATE. I do not know who was more excited: me, or my wolf, Mason. It had been eight years since Beth (my first mate) and I rejected one another. Mason and I had originally hoped for a second chance mate, but as the years passed, it seemed like a smaller and smaller possibility. Now aged 30, we had long since given up entirely.

He picked it up and glanced at the screen, frowning ever so slightly. Then, he flashed me a reassuring smile and lowered his voice to say, "There's a quick emergency at the office. I'll take this call outside and be right back." He stood and rushed out of the ballroom. The moment the door clicked shut, I got to my feet and walked to the front of the room under everyone's stunned gazes. Then, I connected my phone to the giant projector screen, which was originally meant to play a video of our sweetest memories. The video Renee had meticulously edited began to play.

Before going off work, Vittorio stepped out of his office and knocked on her desk. "I'm going to inspect the property. Are you coming with me?" "What property?" "The penthouse at Celestial Heights." "Yes! I'll come!" Overcome with excitement, Elara sprang to her feet, only to wince in agony as her body nearly gave out, forcing her back into her chair. Vittorio remained completely indifferent, not even offering a hand to help her up. Gripping the desk tightly, she waited for the pain to subside before finally managing to follow his pace.

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

Entering a black car was Sandra. I dismissed what I had seen and concluded that maybe she had just forgotten something. I took the flight of stairs and arrived on the fifth floor. I was already exhausted. I heard the ping of an elevator and watched the student get off with poorly hidden envy. I could have saved myself the trouble if I had a special card that the elites had but that was no use. Mrs Leslie's office was the one at the extreme end of the hall so I would have to walk past not only the elite's classroom but Louis' classroom. It had been more than a week since our odd interaction but the sensations were still very must present.

“Time up,” Ms. Elena announced. “Leave your papers and apparatus on the table and move out. This is your final exam in senior year 2, what an amazing year it has been to teach you all.” Her words were heavy with sarcasm. Students stood up and left the lab one after the other. As soon as they left a cheerful noise erupted as the students of senior class 2 celebrated the completion of exams but Christian and I sat in silence. “Ward, Underwood collect the papers on each slab and bring them to me. When you’re done with that clean up the lab.”