Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Airi

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.

I said and he nodded before turning to the class. “Class. You heard her. So I’m afraid we’ll have to drop all the normal formalities done when meeting a new person since we’ve wasted enough time waiting. So Class, Once more, I’m Aria. You can just call me Ari. So the first question I’m going to ask is, What can you do with your abilities. Which of your abilities do you rely on most of the time?” He asked and the children all began to reply, at once.

Holy crap! "Ma'am, can I use the restroom for a moment."Aria's voice came as an intermission, and I almost bumped my fist in the air when I saw her turned away from me and face her. After successfully putting the notebook away, I released a breath. I heard her give Aria the permission and just like it came, Mrs Jones was back at the front of the class and rambling on as usual. Fifteen minutes later, class was finally over. Thank heavens! And it shouldn't be a surprise the first two person to whizz out of class was Aria and I.

Ariana asked with a grim smile. "Unbeatable as always," He said before she sat beside her. Ariana hadn't realised but half of the seats were now occupied. "How have you been?" Zion asked. "I have been okay and you?" Ariana asked. Zion had been her classmates from highschool. He had always been the one to top the class followed by Ariana. After highschool they had lost their contacts. "You've grown a moustache and a beard," Ariana said as she held the hair on his face. She felt like a teenager once again.

Good evening, everyone! You don't have to leave. Ari, Sam said. I am confident you can fix this and we will help you...Please stay for an hour. Arnel requested Ari hesitated but gave in... Okay, one hour. I will stay. Ari agreed. He continued drinking vodka. Hi Ari... do you remember me? I am Greta, your seatmate in Spanish class back in the day. Yes, I remember you, not only in Spanish, I think, but in Physics and Geometry too, right?

Arya complaint and deliver had absolutely no idea why the girl was acting so strange it was like Arya was meeting her for the very first time elissar new it must be something in her mind that she wants to execute she needed to be careful of such people who were doing it on purpose sarcastically Please Arya let me sit peacefully in the class you can sit wherever you want I don't care at all but I don't want this to be a drama for everyday that you are fighting with me for the place kindly take your seat where you sat yesterday and where you have been sitting since you entered this school Alisa answered and went back to her seat where she's has been sitting yesterday if you found it no problem

“You’re my only girl. And I will burn this entire school down before I let anyone take you from me.” My breath hitched. And just like that, he kissed me again—this time with a promise. A promise that said: I’m not going anywhere. The sound of Arielle’s heels echoed through the hallways of Elite High, each step a fierce declaration of her return. Students parted like the Red Sea, whispering and gaping as she walked by in a sleek, blood-red skirt and a black off-shoulder top that clung to her curves like second skin. Her long braids were pulled up into a high ponytail, bouncing with every confident step she took. Xavier’s leather jacket—yes, his—hung casually over her shoulders like a trophy.

It was all incredibly fascinating. Jaida and Arius sat in the back of the classroom towards the window. They could easily slack off without the teacher knowing, but neither one wanted to. Their grades were important to them. Jaida was doing it for her mom and Arius was doing it simply out of pride. No human was ever allowed to do better than him. He was superior, after all.

You can listen to the teacher perfectly and never get to answer any question. And Ari has found that perfect spot. A small smile rose across her face as she placed her book on the desk, trying not to loose her temper because of the noisy class. The class was chanting, singing, flirting, tapping their feet, pens and pencils, books were flipped, sound of laughter was heard. Most time she'd wanna scream on the top of her lungs. It was like mother earth was on to her. Ari seemed to always notice everything in her surroundings. Most of the times it felt like a good thing, but most times it seemed like a curse.