Classroom Of The Elite Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

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.

“Did your roommate try to sacrifice you to a dark god or anything? Some of them are weird.” “No, she’s quiet. Her name is Elara,” I replied, taking a piece of toast. “She seems fine.” “Elara is cool. A bit of a loner, but she’s one of the smartest hybrids in the school,” Jack explained between bites of sausage. “You ready for Albright’s class? Get ready to be bored to death.” “He’s not that bad,” Janet chimed in. “He just likes the sound of his own voice. The real problem is who else is in that class.” She subtly tilted her head toward the Aurora table.

I busy myself reading a book on my kindle app. When there are about two minutes left before class begins, that familiar electric charge strikes my skin. Glancing at the door, I find Alessandro striding in, clutching his notebook and pen, marching straight to his desk at the back of the classroom. He pays no attention to the students trying to strike up a conversation with him, just leans back and folds his arms across his chest. Then his eyes flick to me.

He placed his phone on the desk, stood up, and now that direct competition was definitely not an option, he had to find Aaron's weakness, attack his vulnerabilities, and force him to step down voluntarily! However... Aaron, what exactly is your weakness? If it's a woman, which woman is it? Sarah, or the Miss Smith who has the same face as the deceased Emily... In the scattered seats of the lecture hall, there were over a dozen students. The lecturer was a chief designer from a domestic brand, mainly discussing design inspiration. Each design was accompanied by a vivid story, making it quite interesting. Elaine listened attentively, occasionally jotting down notes and sketches on her paper. T

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

'We don't need protecting anymore' Aurora growls, hating that the world doesn't know she's here. "Okay class, we all know school is basically over" Mr Hall's voice fills the room as he enters silencing the bitches at back. "This class will be free reading, select any book from the library" his hand pointing in the general direction of the books as he stares at his phone. Oh please no. I can feel it coming. "I'll be back, don't mess around" he announces leaving the room. Serena instantly laughs, "Free class" she beams, throwing a paper ball at my head as I duck, feeling it coming.

It was the first good thing to happen to her since she set foot in this academy. Watching Brandon squirm made her entire morning feel significantly better. Shortly after, the first professor walked into the room. It was a standard, boring theory session. The teacher stood at the front, reading off slides in a monotonous voice, completely unbothered by the fact that half the class wasn't even paying attention. Many of the wealthy students were whispering among themselves, checking their phones, or doodle-sketching in their notebooks. Typical rich kids, Elara thought, rolling her eyes inwardly.

“The Blackwood Academy – a place where Elites connect to Elites and the rich gets richer.” ♠️ MARLENE ♠️ “You can’t miss the show, Marlene. It’s very important,” Clara said, stepping closer. I didn’t turn from the floor-to-ceiling window. “I know a lot has happened in your family lately,” my personal assistant continued carefully as she stepped fully into the room, a chilled bottle of water in her hand. “But you must understand that your career cannot take the fall for it.”

"Guess what? My boyfriend will be here any minute now," Mabel Scott sneered. "You two wannabe socialites better think fast. Are you going to apologize properly, or should I toss you out on your ears?" My bestie, Whitney Larson, shook with fury, her voice rising as she said, "Clean up your act! "Who are you calling wannabe socialites? We paid for our classes; they weren't freebies. Is this how you talk to your clients? Or is this gym not interested in staying open?"