Classroom Of The Elite 2nd Year นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.

Once the class was over, she grabbed her bag and hurried her way to the canteen. He was already in there, looking for her. She reached over and tapped his upper arm as she couldn't reach his shoulder. He turned around and those jade-green eyes stole her breath all over again. “I was looking for you,” he told her, inducing another flutter through her heart. She smiled and dropped her gaze to the ground, hoping her blush wasn't visible. “How was your class?” she asked and led him towards the counter.

I think we are both ready for this new chapter. "Miss, do you know where the A-02 classroom is?“ Wow, I thought. They know how to speak! Well, yes, this one looks totally scared and nerdy but I give him a credit, he spoke to Seconders first! Unfortunately, he spoke to the wrong person. A guy in a smart glasses, a very black hair and green eyes spoke to Hannah. He looked a little bit nerdy with his style but he is a well built up, I may say.

It was a pity that the tiny life in me was dying with me as well. In the final moment before my consciousness disappeared, I saw Seville, the Alpha of the Silverwind pack—the man who had always seemed to fade into the background, rushing toward me. His face was filled with grief as he roared my name and ran toward me. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Father told us to choose our husbands. Father told me to get Sarah, who was still fixing her makeup. However, before I could knock, moaning sounds spilled from inside the room.

We walked into the classroom, us being the latest ones to arrive and took the only seats available which were in the front of the class. “Welcome SECOND years!!” Mr Jackson announced with his arms up high. “I'm so proud of you guys, you did it!” He added. The whole classroom smiled at that, feeling excited for the new year. “I need some help carrying some stuff from the teacher's room. Kenna, Beatrice, please?” Mr Jackson asked and opened the door for us. The teachers' room was on the top floor in the other building, the school consisting of one main building and two smaller ones next to it.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

After twenty minutes, a restaurant waiter came to inform them that the private room was ready, and they could go over. The class president stood up and said, "Most people are here. Let's take our seats!" Twenty to thirty classmates walked into the private room, divided into three tables. Classmates started chatting, and someone sighed, "Among us, the most accomplished one is Benjamin Turner, right?" "Yeah, he's already the manager of the Zenith Ventures branch at such a young age. His future is limitless!" Emily Thompson immediately said, "My husband's annual salary is only a few hundred thousand! Today, since we're in a good mood, feel free to order, our treat!"

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

And everything else disappeared. ******** Seven Years Later (Isabella) Rochester didn’t look the same. Or maybe I didn’t and that was because I had become that which the matron wanted me to be. For me. For the people who I held close to my heart. The car stopped in front of a tall glass building, and for a second, I just sat there staring at it. My heart wasn’t racing. It wasn’t calm either. It was somewhere in between… like it didn’t know how to feel about coming back to a place that buried me alive.

Lorelei was even more intelligent than I expected, which put my heart at ease. It had been a month since I returned to Camdonia. Vincent finally couldn't hold himself back any longer and stormed into my office. His sharp, bloodshot eyes pinned me down with their gaze. My assistant gasped in panic. "Ms. Atkinson, I'm sorry!" I waved him off and told him to return to his post before gesturing for Vincent to sit. I poured him a cup of tea and said calmly, "If you have something to say, please go ahead."