Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Airi

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

Mia cut in with a smirk. For a moment, I thought Ari was going to launch herself across the row. I tightened my grip on her arm. “Let it go. Please.” Ari stared at Mia for a long moment, her nostrils flaring as she fought whatever response was trying to come out. The tension hung between them until the classroom door opened. The room went quiet almost instantly. Ari sat back in her seat with obvious reluctance, and my eyes lifted toward the front of the room, right in time to see Davin walk in.

She opened the door and stepped inside like she owned the place. A tall, slender woman was crouched on top of the refrigerator. Long silver hair spilled down her shoulder, catching the light. Her eyes glowed a sharp purple. Power rolled off her in waves, thick and heavy in the air. My fear shifted fast. Elara no longer worried me at all. This woman did. “Karin, this is Aria,” Elara said easily. “She needs help, if you think you can come down.” Elara opened the fridge, pulled out a glass jar, and set it on the counter. “I’m making eggs and toast. This jam is incredible. Want some?”

“Come, let me introduce you.” Aria’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Here we go,” she muttered under her breath.. “You’ve got this,” Lena said, stepping away toward the back. “I’m right here.” Aria crossed the room, her heels clicking too loudly in her ears. She put on the professional smile she’d practiced in the mirror. “Sir,” she said, shaking his hand. “Thank you so much for inviting me.” “Nonsense,” he said warmly. “We’re proud of you. Jason has been singing your praises all term.” He turned slightly. “Victoria, Mark, Elise—this is Aria Jenkins, one of our outstanding Masters scholars.”

I looked around at the evidence of my breakdown—the cracked mirrors, the puddles on the floor, the soggy paper towels scattered everywhere. “This isn’t real. I’m having some kind of breakdown, and you’re a hallucination.” “I’m quite real, I assure you.” Elena pulled out what looked like a business card, except it shimmered with an inner light. “There’s a school, Aria. A place for people like us. People who can touch the elements, who can bend reality to their will. People who need to learn control before they hurt themselves or others.” “People like us.” I repeated the words, tasting them. “You’re saying there are more?”

SAESHA POV The morning sunlight crept across the kitchen floor in wide, golden stripes. It was one of those mornings that smelled like pancakes and peace — the kind where everything feels possible for at least ten minutes before someone spills something. Elian sat cross-legged on the rug, a notebook open in front of him, pencil tucked behind one ear like a professional. Across from him sat Aira and Aran, both clutching stuffed animals, both watching him with wide, serious eyes. He cleared his throat dramatically. “Okay, babies,” he announced. “Class time.”

Pierce said once he found Arianna gathering her purse from her desk. “I’ll order you a bourbon. You should hurry up. Your toddler’s on the move.” Pierce rolled his eyes at Patrick’s quip and jogged to catch up with Arianna. “I hear you’re now a member of Elite SA. Congratulations,” Jesse said, catching Pierce at the door. “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back,” Pierce rushed out, trying to catch up with Arianna in the employee parking lot. “Dang, woman, slow down,” Pierce groaned, finally catching up with her.

“You’re real. You want me.” Their bodies moved in frantic rhythm, dress fabric whispering against his suit pants, breath fogging up the tiny glass pane on the door. The slap of skin, the groan of old wood, the hot, slick sounds of betrayal filled the room. Aria’s POV Aria lifted a glass of deep red wine from the passing tray with a poised, deliberate hand—her fingers elegant, her movements smooth as silk. She didn’t sip it. Not yet. Just held it like a weapon.