Classroom Of The Elite Airi Novels & Stories

A boy smiled like someone had written the expression onto his face. "Selene…" Aria said, eyes scanning the quad. "I don't like this." "I know." "Why does it feel like everything's… rendered from memory?" Selene didn't answer. Inside the humanities building, the fluorescent lights buzzed too loud. The air smelled like old toner and burning plastic. Room 2B. Aria hesitated at the door. Selene touched her shoulder. "I'm with you." They walked in together. The classroom was worse.

“Jackson! I was waiting for you.” However, his eyes were firmly fixed on Airina’s figure who was beside Matthew. They were exchanging conversations that others couldn’t hear. He folded his arms, scrutinizing Matthew from head to toe. Elisa narrowed her eyes at Airina. How could someone who climbed up in her class catch two high figures in the business world? ***

His grin is a knowing one. I hold my hand up, “Yep, I don’t need you to elaborate on that; thank you very much. Let’s head up; Aria should be ready.” ~~~~~~~~ Aria is ready, all right, waiting in one of the poses that Merrick taught her. She’s on the bed, her beautiful ass facing us, her forehead on the mattress, and her arms stretched past her head. Her pink pussy glistens with arousal already forming, knowing that it will be used soon.

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.

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”

"Azure... you are from the Azure Clan?" "Guilty as charged," Kai grinned. "And you are Aria Volkov, the Star Child. The walking legend. Nice to finally meet you." The whole morning class was a blur. I couldn't focus on the teacher at all. My mind was racing. How did he find me? How long has he known about me? During the break, Kai didn't go out with the others. He just stayed in his seat, looking relaxed. I turned to face him fully. "Okay, explain. What are you doing here? Why are you in my school?"

In the digital view, it was a Forge. "Welcome, Little Glitch," a voice echoed through the Spire’s comms. A figure materialized—an avatar of a woman whose skin was a scrolling ticker of "Old World" C++ code. "I am Aria. We’ve been watching your 'Season' since the first puck dropped in Oakhaven. We didn't think you'd actually make it to the Cloud." "Aria," Elara stepped forward, the silver core of Julian pulsing in her chest. "You mentioned physical bodies. Real skin. Real bone."

Elara By Morning Aerin was already on the Training grounds. The air is sharp, cool and clean. When he sees me, he waves for me and Sia to come forward. “Fancy seeing you hear, Alpha?” Sia said as we both bowed. “Yes. Wanted to give Elara here some tips seeing as you were wiping her ass clean yesterday,” Aerin said laughing as Sia joined. My neck reddened in embarrassment. Even Alpha Aerin can see I’m a failure at this thing so why do I still try?

Donning a simple metallic silver satin dresshirt with black pants, looking every inch the entrancing succubus she is, she moves towards us. Everyone simultaneously stops speaking, they all make way for her— Aronohai Misa. The second goliath of the elites has arrived. _____ “Ugh…”. She sneers at Miyamura. “Don’t you think you’re making too much noise for a one-time win dude?”. In reply, Miyamura smirks. “No one likes a sore loser Misa”. Her eyes narrow. All the so-called ‘elites’ and their partners having already taken a step back at her entrance, look moments away from fleeing the venue— probably fearing a pheromone clash or a fistfight. Or maybe both.

Like Gian used to be… Gian again. Always Gian. After making the coffee, she sat down beside him. “By the way, what’s your course?” she asked. “Electrical Engineering. You?” Wow, a future engineer. She was impressed. “Education. A future teacher. But if things don’t work out, maybe I’ll just be your future instead,” she teased with a playful laugh. Let’s see if Gian thinks he’s the only one who can flirt. “You’re kinda flirty with that line, girl,” Klenth said, imitating a gay voice.