Classroom Of The Elite Author Novels & Stories

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

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.

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

be nervous. What's up and everyone is muttering? When I got to the office, I wasn't surprised because my boyfriend wasn't there. I was in the office for a few hours and was restless. I want to go home because I don't really feel well. Shocks! It was as if I was dizzy, so I called Mr. John pick me up from the office because I want to go home to the condo. He immediately answered me and said he was coming. I went down to the office and heard the whispers again. What's up with the gossip, Marites? Maybe share? "Did you know? I saw Mr. Berkshire with a girl at the club last night. Damn! Even more beautiful and hot than Scarlet!” the man whispered to his friend. "Really? Oh poor Scarlet, our bos

I really can't concentrate on chemistry class so I start dozing off. Suddenly the doors of the classroom opens and our class teacher Ms Mathew, who is an elegant but stingy lady comes with a boy who is wearing the same school uniform, as ours, following her right behind. All the girls were mesmerized by his spendiferousness and were staring at him like a pack of wolves staring at its prey. The boys were just looking at him with envious eyes. They might really be taking him as an another competitor.All have different expressions on their faces, excluding me and Ren. When I looked at Ren, he was just checking his notes and not giving a damn about his surrounding.

During those moments, he would take a break from being an adult who had plenty of responsibilities and expectations. He missed this. Perhaps he could still have these moments with her. Without the risk of him getting sacked from his job. Class ended without any issue. In the next class, Seth Acosta, the computer teacher, took them to the Computer laboratory. They sat according to their seating arrangement in the classroom. Dawn couldn’t help but be bored about it. It was still slower than how she was already used to back in her previous life.

He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick and messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. RECENTLY ON LUSTBORN: "I'm Professor Ashford. I'll be your substitute Literature teacher today. Professor Ellis is out due to illness." He walked to the board, writing his name in clean sharp strokes: "Professor Vos Ashford" No one noticed Elara's entire b

I noticed Elena’s shoulders stiffen slightly. She forced a small smile, but I could tell she felt nervous under his gaze. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, the classroom door opened again as Instructor Day walked back inside. “I am back, students,” he said calmly. The class quickly became quiet. His eyes scanned the room before stopping on me. “Pendragon Eli, come take this.” I stood up and walked toward him. He handed me a laptop and several textbooks. The laptop was slim and modern, much better than anything I had ever used before.

The man didn't respond and just ran away, face was paling from fright. He felt sorry for him. When he looked around, he saw some students staring at him wide-eyed. Of course, these students never saw what's inside his military camp and never experienced the life in the battefield and he understood their bewilderment. Shaking his head, he stepped in his classroom only to be greeted by an ice cold beauty of Elise. The woman was taking down notes. He then realized that they're classmates in that class. Gideon couldn't take his eyes off of her the whole class that some of their classmates began to tease them.

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk