Classroom Of The Elite Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A beautiful golden-blonde-haired woman with ambitious gray eyes and a sophisticated older man with dark blond hair and cold blue eyes. “Verna Ravenway herself could not have written a better pair.” She sighed dreamily. Thorn dismissed Nikki from his desk, and she immediately went to her seat. Nikki noticed Ella was smiling at her as she walked past, and she grimaced. “Ugh, fan girls.” She complained as she returned to her seat. Luckily, the rest of the class was uneventful.

No matter how much you fight it, you can’t change that. I closed my eyes, resting my head against the wall as the ache in my chest spread, sharp and unrelenting. He was right. I could fight the bond, deny it, hate it—but it would never go away. And the worst part? Neither would she. --- The moment I stepped into the classroom, all the noise and chatter seemed to fade. My eyes locked onto her immediately—Elowen. She sat at the far end of the room beside her friend, Lisa, her head slightly bent as she scribbled something in her notebook.

Then reality slammed back in: the ticking clock on the wall, the weight of midterms, the fact that I had film to watch and sprints to run and a thousand other things that weren’t this soft, dangerous thing blooming between us. I cleared my throat, reached for the anthology, flipped it open like nothing had happened. “So. Where do we start?” Eli’s laugh was quiet, almost fond. “We start with you admitting you’re terrible at this class.” I shot him a look. “Keep talking and the deal’s off.” “Too late,” he said cheerfully, already pulling out a fresh sheet of notes. “You’re stuck with me now, Cruz.” Yeah. I was starting to suspect he was righ.

CHAPTER 1 (Elisa's POV) I stormed my way down the hall, headed for my father's office, eyes blazing with fury as I marvelled at the audacity of the Greyhounds to demand my hand in marriage despite our decade old rivalry. I finally arrived at the entrance of my father's office with only a wooden door standing between me and the impending confrontation. I forcefully kicked the door open, strutting in without a single sense of decorum as my gaze landed on our incredibly unwelcomed guests.

Elena muttered. "What?" CeCe faced her. "Don't you think you should talk things out with Mavis?" Elena said, carefully. "Do you know how I felt when I saw him with that b***h?" CeCe asked with a frown. "I know, but..." "Let's stop talking about it" Carina cut in and Elena nodded before facing the front. ****TWO HOUR LATER**** "Finally" CeCe mumbled immediately the teacher walked out of the class. "Let's go to the cafeteria, I'm so hungry" Elena said and they walked out of the class.

I never believed my mom when she always said Made men don’t love or care for women! I had told her that Cassian was different, that we were different but I had been so wrong. After that incident Seraphina Valezi the social butterfly, the mafia Princess became a shadow of herself. I refused to even go back to school and decided to take online classes instead because the school we attended “The Elite Academy” was a school where all the mafia leaders children attended, and with the way Cassian and I had been so popular that we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves and everybody who knew everybody knew about us, plus his possessive streak towards me it would be been embarrassing to go back there.

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

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

In a way it does. Eli sets Jonah down gently. His hands are old again. Spotted. Veined. He hides them in his sleeves, but Lyana sees anyway and her fierce expression softens. “Grandpa Eli, you can sit in the new classroom,” she says. “It has chairs that grow to fit you.” Eli smiles, and for a second his face flickers younger, then settles back to old. “I would like that.” The first classroom is the bark-walled building Sky grew last week, chalkboards smooth as river stone. The second one does not exist yet. That is the point.

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."