Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Oku

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.

That wasn’t overthinking. That was recognition of structure. --- They walked out of the classroom together. The corridor felt slightly different again. Not louder. Not quieter. Just… more aligned. Like the environment had been adjusted to maintain balance. --- Ariana spoke softly. “Did you notice anything during class?” she asked. --- Oliver didn’t answer immediately. He was thinking. Then he said: “Yes.” --- A pause. Ariana looked at him. “What?” she asked. --- Oliver lowered his voice.

CELESTINE's P O V ‘‘This is what you get for trying to seduce my man!’’ As soon as we reached the empty classroom, I made a halt and peeked into the door that was slightly ajar, and I was greeted by the obnoxious yelling of a young woman.

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.

He also turned out to be a great teacher and at the end of his class, I was very satisfied. If we didn't have anymore classes today, I wouldn't be upset about it. I smiled as he finished teaching and walked away from the board. “See you all in the next class. Be on time. Miss my class and you get an F.” The elites started to murmur, some angrily, while some let out angry gasps. Patty and I amused exchanged glances. I guessed some elites did care about their grades. I turned back to look at Professor Cain, intrigued about how well he knew these kids and exactly how to rile them up.

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'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."

The will you have is fake! "Is it?" Julian let out a humorless laugh. "I've already checked. One week before Eric's grandfather died, Marvin transferred money to a black-market pharmacy and bought a large amount of sleeping pills. "And the autopsy report shows high levels of those pills in his system. He didn't die of a heart attack at all."

he added nonchalantly, nodding in their direction. Rowan's stomach turned as he watched Luis tenderly wipe blood from her cheek. His breakfast threatened to rise as jealousy surged through him—not because of Luis's actions, but due to the stab of envy that pierced him as she smiled at Luis with a warmth she had yet to show Rowan. "You should throw her out. If she wins another round, she's likely to win the Selection," Elder Tomas remarked, drumming his gnarled fingers on the armrest of his chair. "How can an Omega end up with the Moon Crest? This is utterly disgraceful."

HIBARA THE SIGHT OF the classroom of Grade 10 Section I was very displeasing to the eyes. It made me grimace as soon as I stepped into the room with Major Vargas following behind. Not to mention, the noise that echoed in my ears was more than enough to pound my head. However, this bunch of annoying children can move like trained ninjas when a teacher is about to arrive. Everything, then, would be back to where it should be. A pale female with long hair walked towards us—our Class Monitor and my seatmate—Loiella Casis.