Classroom Of The Elite Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

CLARA'S POV The room went dead silent as my father’s face faded from the screen, leaving behind a cold, static hum. The threat of the leaked audio recording hung in the air like a lethal gas. Twelve of the city's most powerful billionaires sat frozen around the crescent-shaped table of the Volkov Global auditorium, their eyes darting between me and Ares.

He sat near the back of his political theory lecture, pretending to focus on the professor while rereading the same line in his notebook over and over again. Nothing was sinking in. His phone sat face down beside him, and every time it buzzed, his heart jumped before he could stop it. Beside him, Maya dropped an iced coffee onto his desk. “You look insane,” she whispered. Eli blinked at the drink. “Thank you?” “You’re welcome.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Is it obvious?” “You’ve looked like you’re awaiting trial since class started.” A reluctant laugh escaped him. Maya leaned back in her chair, lowering her voice. “For the record, people are talking way less than you think they are.”

Chapter 11 – The Intense Night The car arrived exactly at nine Black, silent, waiting at the corner of Noah’s street like it already knew he would come Noah stood by the window of his small apartment for several minutes before moving, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket as his mind replayed the last week over and over again The classroom The questions The subtle smiles The way Professor Elliott could turn a simple lecture into a private conversation in a room full of people Noah exhaled slowly He grabbed his jacket and stepped outside

Rowyn POV Relic Navigation & Trial Prep Class I didn't even need to walk in the room to know this class was going to suck harder than a leech in a blood bank. The aura hit me the second my boot stepped across the threshold, janky, twitchy, and fucking wrong. It made my stomach roll like I'd chugged spoiled milk and taken a ride on a tilt-a-whirl. And then she spoke. "Welcome, darlings," came the sugar laced snarl of a voice that sounded like it ate crystal and spat privilege.

Dario: [Alberto, where are you? Dario: [Hey! Where are you?] Dario: [Hey! Come to our class quickly!] Dario: [Have you read the class group chat?] Dario: [Professor Hugo will come today in an hour from now.] His eyes bulged as he read the chat. Alberto's breathing started to become erratic. His heart was beating fast. Alberto felt panicked, but he tried to calm down by exhaling slowly and repeatedly.

No one informed me about this. As I finish my food one of the MIB went out of hiding and said "Miss Ella we can pack up your stuff. So you can go to your next class." I thank him and ungracefully stand up. I slung my messenger bag and went to my last class. My last class is like an auditorium. It's big. Slowly students are trinkling inside the room. The professor entered and he introduced himself as Professor Anderssen. He gave us a pop quiz to see how extensive our knowledge in Algebra.

LUTON PREP BOARDING SCHOOL MANHATTAN 11 YEARS AGO, TWO WEEKS BEFORE SPRING BREAK AND THE BENOIT AND DALTON CAR CRASH. “You’re late Elsida,” Professor Muton raises his eyebrow as she steps into the classroom. Students snicker and mumble incoherent words as she stalks to the only empty seat situated in front of the classroom. Her leg skids to a stop when she notices the occupant of the seat next to hers. Julien’s head is bowed, oblivious to the murmurs around him. His gaze rooted to the phone in his hands.

We'd only just arrived at the administrative building when I ran into Tanya Hall, one of my classmates. The moment she spotted me, her eyes flashed with jealousy and derision. "Hmph! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've got someone backing you up, Calista! Even though Mr. Abbott and Mr. Lane have been fired, we're still going to fight this to the very end!"

Despite Roselle claiming Professor Hopkins was a bitch, she made no notice as I slipped inside the class nearly a minute after the bell had rung and continued her lecture without a hitch. I tried to listen as she talked about the ferocity of the Original Packs leaders, Serafine Cromwell and Dominic Ashford, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Olive and Blaze, only to circle back to Hael. Before I knew it, the second bell had rung, bringing an end to my first class. As I raced to Accounting & Sustainable Investing, I was met by Delaney and the movie-star quality smile pasted on her face. “Hey, girl!” She called out, “Come sit with me!”

“If you get audited, it’s over. Goodbye, Staple Oil. Goodbye to your CEO position. Goodbye, Columbia. Goodbye, women.” I’m pretty sure the last one was for him. “Alright. I got it.” I hang up and turn back toward the classroom.