Classroom Of The Elite Kei Mga Nobela at Kwento

yet. "No way, I'm coming with you. Because that would make more sense," Ember shot him a confident smile and started leading the way. "This way." They followed one of the employees at Globex who showed them the way to the meeting room. They entered and were greeted by everyone with formality. Ms. Mellisa Uzun looked at gorgeous as ever in formals and they shared a formal handshake. Zaire sat right opposite to her and he pulled a chair beside him, motioning at Ember to sit.

She quickly pulled out her neatly arranged documents and handed them over. Mrs. Kensington skimmed through them, nodding approvingly. "Your grades are impressive. You seem like a smart girl." "Thank you, ma’am." Mrs. Kensington turned to one of the housekeepers. "Prepare the white vehicle. We’re heading to Blackwood Tower." The drive to Blackwood Tower felt surreal. Elena sat beside Mrs. Kensington in the sleek white car, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. As they arrived, she tilted her head up, staring in awe. The building was a masterpiece of glass and steel, towering so high it seemed to pierce the clouds. The entrance was sleek and modern, with polished floors that reflected the gran

She just asked me a question; I half yelled and walked out of the class after carrying my bag Gosh! What have I gotten myself into?? I thought as I ran my hand across my hair I got to the elevator and pressed the open button and it opened I got inside without checking who is inside It closed itself and I clicked on the 1st floor Kelly; a voice called and I turned back Who could it be? 💝💖SCOTT POV💝💖 Gosh!!! I ran my hand across my hair as he angrily walked out of the class What question could she ask him?

Mr. Ellison ordered every class to send representatives who were not participating in the Mathematical Olympiad to support the participants. Gary walked toward Class B, which was led by Ms. Emerson. Raine and Noah were led by Mr. Kennedy. Raine was too busy following Mr. Kennedy and was unaware of her surroundings. When she raised her eyes, everyone from Class B gave her a strange look. Jack and Wayne were standing next to Gary. They both were holding their arms as they looked at Nicole calmly. Tolerance for her can no longer be seen through their eyes.

"I'm going to crack the door open. You plant the video bug, then we're gone. Fast and quiet. Ready?" James nodded, clutching the tiny camera. "Ready." Kelvin cracked open the door. James's breath caught in his throat as he saw inside the room. There were men, smartly dressed, even women seated around a huge table—in whom he could make out some powerful CEOs of companies, politicians, and celebrities—and at the head was Elena. The camera was perfectly angled, focusing on every part of the room, but James wrestled with himself not to shake his hand. He heard Elena's voice, though he couldn't tell what she was saying.

That's the only way to make sure our secrets stayed safe. I pushed open the door to the history class, and a warm glow of fluorescent lighting spilled out. I scanned the room, my eyes adjusting to the bright light. Kyle was seated in the middle of the class, surrounded by a cluster of giggling girls. They were all vying for his attention, their eyes batting at him like fluttering eyelashes. However, his charming smile seemed forced, and his eyes looked strained, as if he was struggling to maintain a polite facade. His dark hair was perfectly messy, but his broad shoulders seemed tense, his muscles coiled beneath his skin. He looked like a wild animal trapped in a cage, desperate to break fre

I just fell asleep from exhaustion. I let out a bitter, hysterical laugh that echoed weirdly against the cold stone walls. Of course, it was a dream. Kei was a Beta, my stern, strict tutor hired by the King to correct my posture and ensure my lessons were flawless. He was a man of logic, history books, and discipline, not a rogue Omega assassin with a crimson brand of my initials seared into his flesh.

The midday sun blazed like an overzealous spotlight on a stage, casting long shadows across the kindergarten playground. A whistle blew, and the doors to Classroom 1-B flung open. Children tumbled out with the chaotic energy of a Wall Street opening bell, their laughter and shrieks echoing like a stampede of tiny investors. Amid the noise, one figure remained calm—composed, calculating. Takuto Kimura, age five, adjusted his invisible tie and leaned against the jungle gym with arms folded. His eyes, shaded beneath the brim of a snapback worn backwards with tactical precision, scanned the playground like a battlefield commander preparing for market war.

she added quickly. Selena studied her daughter closely. “Oh, I’ve even prepared a few things,” Eli continued, lifting the small bag she was holding. “I brought my initial counseling report from Saint Loisse. Some notes from the placement tests—to see which class I’ll be assigned to. And, well… I’m in the advanced student’s class. In case Grandma wants to see.” Selena folded her arms across her chest. Her gaze sharpened, assessing. She let out a breath, as though patiently dealing with a child.

He didn't trust her, she might sneak out. " Yes, sir. Elliot kissed Keisha deeply befy he went into the Elevator. Gideon took Keisha into Elliot's old office. It almost looked new and modern, she thought. Ma'am, please, don't go anywhere, I have to deliver something up on the third floor, I will be back soon, he said, leaving the office. Keisha Smiled, her eyes flicked around the big room. Her eyes stopped moving when she saw a photo of a handsome man in a black suit. He had a little bit of grey hair and beard. Keisha drew closer and took the photo out of its place. " Quiet handsome, isn't he ? A lady's voice spoke. Keisha almost dropped the photo, she was startled. Oh, I'm sorry, I startled