Classroom Of The Elite Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I thought Camila was a bitch who’d fuck her way to the top at a moment’s notice. Was I wrong?” Teb laughs breathlessly. “That, she is. But she was Fyodor’s bitch, until she wasn’t.” “And that’s why she wanted me so bad.” I run the prod softly across his bare back, setting off a series of miniature shocks. “See, talking isn’t so bad.” “About dead bitches? No.” He bares his teeth. “Nothing more.” El’s class is only two hours long. I’d love to take my time with this bastard, break him down piece by piece, but I can’t be late. I can’t break a promise to her. So I look to Tony, and then to Cal.

Well besides dealing with Draven and Adrian and any other pompous rich kids. The worst being, I'd be in the same class as Rebecca. Walking into A Class was kind of surreal. I hadn't been there since I'd had that confrontation with Rebecca when I went looking for Draven. The place was impeccable, just like the rest of Lupine. Which isn't surprising considering the tuition costs. All my new classmates were already seated, their leisurely devil-may care attitudes seemed to be something every wealthy kind had. I quickly walk to the empty row of seats at the back of the lecture hall. Though the room was big, with how spread out the handful of students were it didn't seem empty.

Or maybe he was at the bar with his girlfriend. I felt my chest tighten at the thought of him coming to the bar with his girlfriend. But I doubt that though, he wouldn't leave his girlfriend to help me right? Then how did he find me? "Mr Fernandez?" Mrs Rivers snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked around to realize the class was now empty, just me and her in the class. "Yes?" "The class ended about 10 minutes ago." She said, "10 minutes? Sorry I was lost in my thoughts." I apologized, packing my things about to leave the class.

And she took off running out of the school. She could feel him staring at her back as she went till she was completely out of sight. Once she got back to the apartment, she dropped the book on her bed and picked up her regular jotter before rushing back to school to catch her next class. But the class was a blur. She could not stop replaying her encounter with Kaelen in her head, and kept blushing like an idiot throughout class. "Someone's in a good mood," Chloe popped as they walked out of class together, staring at Elias.

Noah quickly realized what he had done and was completely aware of how she felt about it, "No no, don't get me wrong. I was just astounded because if you live there, it means you come from a normal family." "Yes, you are right and that's because I live on my own," Elevena said with a slight smile. “Oh… So... umm... how did you get into Elite College?" Noah asked, a little awkwardly. Before Elevena could respond, he began again, "Don't get me wrong, as far as I know only children of noble families can study here, and since you are a transferred student, I thought you paid double to get there." "It's okay, take it easy," Elevena laughed. " You don't have to feel bad for asking me this questio

What does she even see in Eli? "There's our match. Chloe and Zayn." Some were happy with the matches while some were visibly angry. Chloe was smiling with her seat partner, to my surprise, and they were discussing well. I never expected that outcome, given how dissatisfied she looked a few seconds ago. I stood at the back of the class, waiting for whoever I would be paired with. Sixteen... Seventeen... I wasn't even paying attention to the people who were left. I was lost in my own thoughts, thinking of the hours I was going to pull in studying for the next mock. I needed to make an impression.

“You really spoiled your wife, Vercel. Look at her—she only appears when the banquet you prepared for her is about to end.” “She’s only been married for three years, yet she already doesn’t know her place. She’s even more arrogant than us now.” Most of the comments came from the women the men had brought along. Well—what was new? It was always women who dragged other women down. I didn’t bother looking at them. My gaze rested solely on Vercel, who was already looking at me. He wore only a white shirt, the top buttons undone, exposing his chest—exactly where Antonette’s hand rested.

he says, “and you’re going to stare at that chalkboard and cum thinking about every fantasy you had in this room.” His mouth lands on my pussy and I look at the chalkboard – green, still green, someone’s written WELCOME BACK CLASS OF 2006 in white chalk for the reunion – and I cum thinking about tenth grade. About the girl who sat in the third row and wanted so badly it hurt. About her notebook margins filled with his name. About the nights she spent with her hand between her legs imagining exactly this, and how none of her seventeen-year-old fantasies came close to the reality of a forty-year-old man’s tongue on her clit in the classroom where she learned to want him.

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."