Classroom Of The Elite Ln Volume 1 Novels & Stories

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

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.

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

With a sinking heart, she slipped into an empty desk right at the back. Mr. Lorenzo was already deep into his lecture, his tall, commanding frame moving confidently between the rows as he explained the fall of the Roman Empire. His voice wrapped around every word with that familiar authority. Elena tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his broad shoulders, the way his shirt stretched across his muscular chest, and lower to the front of his trousers where she imagined his thick cock hidden beneath the fabric. Her thighs squeezed together under the desk. She was already getting wet again just from watching him. Halfway through the lesson, the girl sitting next to her leaned over and wh

"Get your schedule, then find me at lunch. I'll show you the safe zones and the kill zones. Trust me, you'll need to know the difference." The woman behind the desk looks me up and down like I'm something stuck to her shoe. She hands me a schedule without a word, then dismisses me with a flick of her wrist. Welcome to elite education. First period is Advanced Literature. I slip into a seat in the back, hoping for invisibility. The teacher, an older man with kind eyes and wire-rimmed glasses, introduces me to the class. "Everyone, we have a new student joining us. Aria Hayes, please stand."

Fuel. Ten minutes later, Mrs. Chen returned to the kitchen. “The lawyers are ready for you in the library,” Mrs. Chen said gently. “Thank you,” Elara replied. She stood. The kitchen felt larger now. Colder. More silent. She walked down the long corridor toward the library. Her heels made controlled, rhythmic sounds against the polished floor. The massive oak doors stood open, revealing walls lined with leather-bound volumes and a broad mahogany desk positioned beneath a skylight.

It settled into a stable, quiet reality—a small, sun-drenched version of the Chelsea flat, floating in a sea of calm, violet static. Leo, back in his human form, one-armed and weary, stood with Meilin and Elian. The mirror was gone. The flagship was gone. There was only a single, glowing door at the end of the hallway. "Where does it lead?" Elian asked, holding both his parents' hands. "To the Next Volume," Leo said, looking at the door. "But not one written by him. One written by us. A world where the 'Billionaire' and the 'Ex' are just... Leo and Meilin."

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.

She sat up slowly, her expression dazed, sated. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Detention's over. But this lesson... this is just getting started." _____ The university library was a cathedral of silence and old knowledge. The advanced literature class moved in a hushed cluster through the stacks, a week after the detention incident. Tension hummed between teacher and student like a live wire. Stolen glances in the hallway, the brush of a hand when passing papers, each touch was electric, addictive. Mr. James Throne watched Elena from across the Rare Manuscripts room. She was pretending to examine a first edition of Frankenstein, but her eyes kept drifting to him. She wore a simp

It glowed like a liquid light, shifting with every reflection. “Absolutely mesmerizing,” I whispered. He moved closer to it, and a light gleamed and his image was revealed on the screen. “Facial recognized,” “Damian Miles, Welcome,” a voice said. It came out of the elevator. And it opened widely, he stepped in while I followed gently. After some minutes, the elevator stopped, and we stepped out of it. Outside, there were more students in each classroom as we walked past, one thing I noticed was that they were all using headphones, including the teacher in front of them.