Classroom Of The Elite Mc Novels & Stories

I looked down at the paper on the desk before speaking. “The Elite's gonna be fine,” Cynthia lifted up her head and blinked in confusion. I stared right back into her eyes, waiting for a protest. If we had to work with a school on this project, it certainly had to be Madison's. “Elite's?!” She blotted out in confusion. “Yeah I nodded and dropped my eyes back down to her boobs, I was getting visibly hard and couldn't wait to be done with this so I could pin her down on my desk.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

I soon discovered that Elysium was as much a classroom as it was a playground. On my third evening at the club, Marco ushered me into the main hall with a conspiratorial grin. “Tonight you’re in for a treat,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. “Jennifer’s teaching a flogging class.”

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

Ellie said as they reached her classroom and she opened the door to settle into her first class, Marcus by her side. He settled down in a chair, obviously out of place, his giant frame consuming the tiny desk. "You look like a giant," Ellie teased, nodding toward his legs which extended past the next row of chairs into the aisle beyond. "Well fed," he replied with a chuckle. 'Where are you?' Jake's voice permeated her mind. 'I'm in class. Marcus is here,' she replied. 'He's here already? Good,' he answered. 'You knew he was coming?'

Carmen's POV Maddox Elite Training Facility was one of those places that looks like it was designed by someone who thinks minimalist luxury was a personality. Glass walls, black steel beams, everything was gleaming and polished. Even the air smells expensive, like eucalyptus and money. Trying not to look around, I walked in, clutching my tote bag like it was a shield. When I got to the receptionist desk, she gave me the same look someone would give to a stray dog that wandered into a jewelry store.

They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.

she exclaimed, her voice warm and engaging. The students sprang to their feet, their faces filled with respect and admiration. "Good morning, Ma'am!" they chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the room. Hazel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to speak. "Today, we'll be having a special upgrading class. We'll be welcoming some of our Class One students who have shown exceptional potential, and a select few will be fast-tracked to Class Four, skipping Class Three altogether!" The room buzzed with anticipation as Hazel paused for dramatic effect. Then, with a flourish, she gestured to the door, and five students entered, their faces beaming with pride and nervousness.

Everyone froze. A tall man walked in broad shoulder's, black coat, cold eyes. I couldn't see his face clearly, that was because my contact lens had fallen off when that jackass, twisted my arm earlier. Everything was a blur. As he came closer, face was clearer a little. He looked familiar, I tightened my grip on the weapon. I felt the power in the room shift. He kept walking closer, closer. He didn't flinch when I pointed the gun at him. He looked...calm. No, no. Bored.

I make him watch one of my favorite movies. I make it to the school with the guys and Dakoda. As soon as we get out of the car, they all surround me, and Mac comes up to walk in front of me like they are all my bodyguards. “You know, I feel like royalty or something.” “Well, for right now you are,” Dakoda tells me, giving me her shit-eating grin, and I can’t help but smile back at her. We make it to our first class and find our seats. We sit and talk for a minute before the teacher comes walking through the door. He calls order to the classroom and for the next 45 minutes we don’t get to talk anymore.