Classroom Of The Elite Mc Novels & Stories

Today was the first day of class, so I decided to leave a little early today from work just in case there was traffic to work, but I wanted to stop by Starbucks to get a little something to eat. Now, when I registered for this class, I heard that the Professor was very handsome and that the many of the females in the college always wanted to take his class. The Professor is Michael Scott, and he will be the one teaching the class. Yes, we will see what all the hubbub is about when I get to class, but right now, I am going to order.

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long m

I asked changing the topic to lighten up the mood. “We have combat classes by 10am.” One of the boys smiling earlier said. “Yeah, and don’t be late, no one dares to do that. Professor Miocent is a no nonsense man.” Another added beside him. They later introduced themselves as Josh Elosquire, Richard Philmore and Brad Pitton. “Guys, what’s up with the stare?” I asked, looking at them for an answer. “Elsa Oppenheimer, the administrator would like to see you.” I heard a cold voice, one I’m familiar with. Turning my back my gaze met hers.

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

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..."

The calm composure on her face cracked. "Even classmates can have coffee together. Won't you try it? It's your favorite." "No need. People change. I don't drink coffee anymore." I'd barely taken a few steps when I heard glass shatter behind me. But people and things that had nothing to do with me didn't deserve a second glance. We never saw each other again after that, though when I had dinner with Mom once, she mentioned Felix in passing. She said he was an idiot who got scammed and landed in prison. He wouldn't be out for years.

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

When he finally came, he flooded my pussy with a massive load, pumping me full until it leaked down my thighs. But he wasn’t done. He pressed the intercom on his desk. “Send them in.” The door opened. Five elite male students, all handsome, rich, and dominant, walked in, their eyes lighting up when they saw me bent over the desk, cum dripping from my pussy. “Gentlemen,” Elias said, slapping my ass. “Your new study partner is here. Use her however you want. She’s here to help you ‘relax’ before finals.” The first student, a tall quarterback named Marcus, stepped forward and shoved his cock straight into my mouth. Another, a pre-law genius named Kyle, pushed into my pussy from behind. The othe

Saachi opened her mouth to say something but immediately looked down when noticed professor gawking at us. The professor kay taught us metabolism, he was dark, short in his late 50s. Although he appeared angry but he reminded me of MARIO (a character in game). "Happy belated birthday" chirped carol looking at me. I smiled widely .Few others wished me too, after lecture was over. "Its so hot in here" said Afreen looking at saachi. "Yeah, this classroom sucks. Can't they install few more fans in here" said Kevin from behind. He was sitting behind me with Carol.