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“My name is Allen Winters, the headmaster of Elite Order Academy. Today marks the start of another semester. To all the seniors, welcome back, and to all the freshmen, welcome! You are the chosen few, and we are honored to have you here. First and foremost, you’ve been chosen not only for your intelligence but also for your potential…” “This will take a while,” Tessa said. “Headmaster Winters is known for his long speeches.” I turned to her with raised eyebrows. “How much do you know about Elite?” she suddenly asked. I tilted my head to the side. As I thought about it, I realized I didn’t know much. My parents and brothers never bothered to share any stories. All I knew was that it was the m

Somehow, some way, I would find a way to ruin it. And being alone isn't so bad. I wanted to ask about my husband, I wanted to ask how well he knew the man, but I opted for looking out the window and chewing on my bottom lip like I held a grudge against it. No. The silence is better. Thirty minutes later, the magnificent sight of Elysium Elite University came into view. It was one of the most elusive and prestigious universities in New York, a school founded by the most powerful men in the country at the time. Over one hundred years of history and it still ranked first every year as the hardest school to get into.

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

Chapter Four: The Boy From the Past Elara’s POV I hated being late. Mira and I stood just outside the classroom door, our hearts thumping fast. We could hear the professor already talking. I looked at her. She looked at me. “Are you ready?” she whispered. “No,” I muttered, holding my books tighter, “but let’s just do it.” We quietly pushed the door open. The classroom was packed—every seat taken. Heads turned. The professor frowned, his sharp eyes narrowing behind round glasses.

“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.

“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.

This was the ultimate romantic gesture: the Billionaire handing the microphone of the Universe to the woman who taught him how to feel. Clara looked at the mirrored face of the Auditor. She didn't look at him with fear, but with the stern, disappointed gaze of a teacher who had caught a student cheating. "The statement is this," Clara said, her voice ringing with a power that silenced the golden city. "You have audited our love, our children, and our memories. You have tried to turn our lives into a spreadsheet. But you forgot one thing, Auditor. You can't value an asset you don't understand."

I say humbly. “Noah’s having his extra lesson at the moment, but if you come in, I’ll give you his bag.” I follow her into the empty classroom, which smells of wood and paint and Play-Doh. The assistant teacher, Ellen, is tidying away some plastic counters and she beams up at me. Ellen has a high-salaried husband in banking and is a great fan of five-star hotels. She reads the magazine every month and is always questioning me about the latest spa treatments and whether Dubai is over.