Classroom Of The Elite Oku Novels & Stories

Uno said. I looked around and saw their constant stares. I just buried myself on the chair. Uno and I just reconcile, what if this interaction betwen them ignites another fire on our relationship? Uno must have noticed my discomfort because the next thing that he yelled is strong and powerful enough to make just the three of us left in the room. "All of you, aside for the three of us. You can now leave this classroom." He ordered with authority. "In 10 seconds, whoever stays here will have his or her future in the palm of my hands." My classmates knowing Uno as an owner, they inmediately disperse. I lifted my head when I feel his hands above my head.

She was included in the Bronze Class and those rich kids were in the Platinum Class. In Golden Oak School of the Elites, the students were divided into four classes. The Platinum Class, they are the richest heirs and heiress and the royalties in the world. The Golden Class are those living in the limelight, the celebrities and models. The Silver Class where student's parents are professional workers of those above them. And then there's the Bronze Class who were accepted by scholarships and sponsorships of the elites. She got accepted because of a scholarship. However, only the tuition fee is free. All other fees were to be shouldered by her family. They couldn't really afford everything so

It was the first good thing to happen to her since she set foot in this academy. Watching Brandon squirm made her entire morning feel significantly better. Shortly after, the first professor walked into the room. It was a standard, boring theory session. The teacher stood at the front, reading off slides in a monotonous voice, completely unbothered by the fact that half the class wasn't even paying attention. Many of the wealthy students were whispering among themselves, checking their phones, or doodle-sketching in their notebooks. Typical rich kids, Elara thought, rolling her eyes inwardly.

“We’ve got to set up some ground rules before we start. Obey the rules and no one gets hurt.” I hunched down in my seat as Leiah and her crew pranced to the front of the class. When Emery said the teachers for this class were difficult she should have said deadly. Why were they teaching this class? Leiah and Harlow stood in front of the class of about twenty omegas.

She's so easy to be with, there's nothing to be intimidate off. "Olivia, just let us eat, what they already prepared for us," so the butler's named Olivia. She nodded then get herself inside the kitchen. "As you pleased, misses," that's her last word. Valentin continue to walk, until she reach the elongated fancy table, with luxurious plates and cups placed in. She give herself a sit. I'm still standing a few inches from her. Valentin gave me a why-your-still-standing-there look. "Have a sit, miss Kane. Don't just stand there, come here, and sit beside me,"

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

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.