Classroom Of The Elite Mc Novels & Stories

“Professor Vale.” I inclined my head. “Miss Adeniran.” “Eli, you ready?” she asked, eyes flicking between us. He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just finished.” Maya grinned, then looked at me again. “See you in class, Professor.” “Of course.” Eli gathered his bag. They left together, voices echoing down the hall. Silence settled back in. I leaned back in my chair, eyes on the neatly folded jacket. Still warm from him. Pathetic.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

The room was a masterclass in minimalist luxury – dark wood, supple leather, and state-of-the-art technology seamlessly integrated into the elegant design. Malik sat at a massive, polished desk, a sleek laptop open before him. On the screen, a crystal-clear CCTV footage played. It was the office, the scene of Elara's humiliation. He watched, his jaw tight, as Sebastian's enraged face filled the frame, Elara's desperate pleas almost audible even without sound. He saw the shocked faces of their co-workers, frozen in disbelief. He saw the harsh slap that echoed through the silent video, followed by the cruel thrust of the divorce papers into Elara's trembling hands. He watched her crumple, her

"The heck he needs it. He's always been a freak. I sat next to him for three years, and he'd nap in class every day, scribble on tests, and somehow end up as the top student in the entire grade." "Really?" "What are you guys discussing? Sounds intriguing. Mind if I join the conversation?" Jadie entered the classroom, holding a book. The once lively atmosphere took an abrupt downturn. Madelyn replied, "We were just talking about our assignments. What brings you here early?" Jadie settled into a seat beside Madelyn and clarified, "They're using our classroom for a movie scene. I picked up your backpack. Please check if anything's missing." Madelyn accepted it gratefully and said, "Thanks, Jadi

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

“That’s Reta and Stan. I guess you remember them from your last match. They are at the fourth class now.” Malaika pretended not to see them. However, as they approached, the line was suddenly broken, and all eyes were on the two shifters. Stan smirked as he recognized the two centers of attention. He gently tapped Reta’s shoulder and pointed in Malaika and Yulli’s direction. “Don’t mind them, Stan!” Reta warned, but her companion did not listen. “Can’t you believe it? A lowlife had the privilege to join this elite school of magic for the elves! I’m afraid Colegio Maxica is losing its credibility,” Stan said in a loud voice.

I returned to the small Mississippi town I had left years ago for my high school's centennial celebration. My childhood friend, Emma Brooks, had stayed behind and found a job there. When she saw me arrive in a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, her eyes lit up. She immediately asked to borrow the SUV for her wedding. Back in high school, I used to pay for all her meals. But this time, I refused. She scoffed, "Seriously? You won't even lend me a lousy car? Or did you just rent it to show off?" I told her the truth: it belonged to my company, and I couldn't lend it out without permission. She rolled her eyes and stormed off. By the time I got back to my hotel, the alumni group chat was blowing up. Emma had

Alaric’s laughter vibrated through the air. “You could call me materialistic all day long, but I don’t care. After all, it’s not like it’s for free. I’m going to be working for it.” Layla pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you’re really interested, you’re already on the right path. Only elite students can become elite teachers.” “Just elite students? What about the ordinary students?” She raised an eyebrow. “They could become ordinary teachers, but only elite teachers teach elite.” He said, pouring more honey on his remaining pancakes.

I mean Diego is currently with Melinda in the head office and as for your Mother and Father, do you know where they are? Kiri: I could use telepathy to contact them but I don't want to risk being tapped on our connection. Ban: I guess our only choice is to wait for a while. We sat through the whole class as Sir Drake read through some important rules and introductions on what we should be doing while on the course as elite students. He mentions a very interesting topic about how every once a while. Members of the elite class would present their skills in front of everyone else and fight one another as a friendly duel with no penalty and rewards. Just a presentation. Actually listening to him