Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Ep 1

“I mean, he sleeps with them like it’s a hobby. And it’s annoying really.” “Wow.” “Let’s go to business class,” I said, rising to my feet with a stretch.. She nodded, and we both headed out together. *** In the private hall, Elena bent over and whispered, “Why aren’t all our classmates here?” “This is for the top ten wealthiest students,” I whispered back. Just then, Lucien and Kade walked in. I immediately grabbed my phone and checked my reflection on the screen—lip gloss still intact and my hair still perfect.

CELESTINE's P O V ‘‘This is what you get for trying to seduce my man!’’ As soon as we reached the empty classroom, I made a halt and peeked into the door that was slightly ajar, and I was greeted by the obnoxious yelling of a young woman.

“Ever since our previous Alpha passed away, we have been waiting for this moment, for you to sit on the Alpha’s throne.” “Alpha,” Another Elder said. “You have a great aura, one of royalty and positivity. Please take the throne, and lead our pack.” Jay looked at all of them, and with a weary heart, he nodded. ***** Eleanor continued to grin madly in class. Nobody wanted to be near her now, but she was truly enjoying it all. It was beyond her greatest desires - to birth such chaos with everything that she touched. All of a sudden, she heard the glass door open, and the principal's assistant walked in, asking, “Is Eleanor in this class?” All eyes turned to Eleanor herself. “The principal is ca

I looked down at the paper on the desk before speaking. “The Elite's gonna be fine,” Cynthia lifted up her head and blinked in confusion. I stared right back into her eyes, waiting for a protest. If we had to work with a school on this project, it certainly had to be Madison's. “Elite's?!” She blotted out in confusion. “Yeah I nodded and dropped my eyes back down to her boobs, I was getting visibly hard and couldn't wait to be done with this so I could pin her down on my desk.

Miller interrupted him. Class 11, that is, the students from the bottom of the grade, is specially prepared for the students who are behind but has connections. Yuri had a "gambling appointment" with Mrs. ye before and asked her to enter class 11 directly. She was about to speak when a magnetic male voice came from outside. "so arrogant." The three men turned around and found that a man appeared at the door of the office.

**Elizabeth's POV** “There's going to be a small get-together for the class, and it's going to take place this weekend in the school," Sebastian announced, his voice echoing slightly as it cut through the chatter that filled the room after class. A wave of cheers erupted from the students, their excitement and laughter filled the air. Yet amidst the jubilant sounds, Ethan sat in his usual spot, an unsettling silence enveloping him. Jennifer, too, seemed lost in her own world, like she hadn't recovered from the previous day’s incident.

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

#CLUMSY_QUEEN #EPISODE_03 📚 {SCHOOL OR HELL}📚 Written by Addy Amelia decided she couldn't sit back in class. She was having a real war with her stomach as she chewed on the cherry she came along with. She threw it into her bag and walked out of the now empty class. As soon as she climbed off the veranda stairs she bumped into set of Korean boys. "Hey!! What's this!! " Yelled one of them

I turned to see Emery strutting from the school gates, his designer uniform pristine, his smirk dripping with arrogance. Jack ruffled his hair. "Perfect timing, bud. This guy claims our car is his. What's your take?" "I know his type," Emery scoffed, his tone too old for his years. "A kid in my class brags about being loaded but can't even afford a decent toy." He sized me up like I was roadkill. "Mister, you know how much this car costs? My mom says it's worth a house. Look in the mirror and tell me you can afford it."

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.