Classroom Of The Elite Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

“Evidently, the girl’s heat hit her just as they got to class. I am sure she felt it coming beforehand. Why she would want to do it in my classroom, is beyond me.” I shook at the now seared mental image of them. I didn’t need to see all of that, but dammit if it didn’t turn me on. I hate to admit it, but I am a teenage boy, one that doesn’t see much action. I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall beside grandma. “What now?” I stared at the black ceiling as I spoke. “You tell me. What do you see?” Always testing me, this one. “I see class is canceled. This room is closed for the next 3 days. I also see you and I having class in the elf garden since there is no other room here for us t

she paused, blinking, “we’ll always maintain a cordial relationship at school as students and also, as alpha prince and member of the pack. So, I would be very happy if students refrain from creating speculations in their classrooms and other places. Thank you very much. From the head prefect, Elara Vance.” My lips curved slightly as the video came to an end. Typical politician. She acted more like Beta Harris than she knew. “Is this really funny?” Alex’s eyes widened as he stared at me. “For me, it is,” I chuckled. This was the most interesting thing that had happened in my day. Funny how Elara knew exactly how to knee me in the stomach and still remedy it. “Alistair, for real…” Alex blocke

Every time she accidentally felt his sharp, ice-grey gaze sweep across the classroom, her heart would skip a violent beat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he carried as an elite man was simply too overwhelming. She felt as though she were sitting on thousands of tiny, sharp needles, and even basic breathing felt like a struggle. Finally… RING! The sharp echo of the school bell resonated throughout the room. The gruelling lecture was finally over. Elara secretly let out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "...Finally," she whispered under her breath. She hurriedly packed her notebook and pen into her bag. Her only thought right now was simple: Run. Leave. Get as far away from t

"AGAIN?! KYLAN, THE TARGET IS IN THE OTHER DIRECTION. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!" Draven stormed off toward the smallest boy in the class, muttering curses under his breath. Fin and Cael approached Elle and Nova, who were both currently laughing. Neither was even pretending to practice. "What are you two troublemakers doing?" Cael called out. Both girls jolted upright like they'd been caught sneaking sweets from the kitchen. "How long have you been standing there?" Elle asked nervously. "Long enough." Fin had a wicked grin on his face. "Some of your classmates are... gifted."

I couldn’t breathe. I kept turning pages with shaking hands. Fantasy #8: After Class Empty classroom. Me calling her to the desk. Telling her I had been fighting this for months. Then bending her over the podium, yanking her panties down, spreading her with my thumbs, and sliding into her from behind while she gripped the edge and moaned my name. Fucking her raw, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock. Fantasy #9: Office Hours

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

Chloe immediately walked to her classroom. She would rather not allow Elijah any time to question her about Leonidas and their long-past relationship. She felt his intense gaze on her as soon as she crossed the room. Even with the students being rowdy and running around, the atmosphere inside the classroom felt more welcoming than the world outside.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”