Classroom Of The Elite Online Mga Nobela at Kwento

I muttered some words of prayer to the Moon goddess to save me as she's always done, just as she's saved me from the mass destruction of my Pack years ago, leaving me as the only survivor. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, Mr Clark's cologne filled the office and I walked towards the table. “I received your email sir.” I told him and was surprised at how professional I sounded instead of a helpless shaky voice in trouble. “Yes Miss Smith, please have a seat” He tells me jovialy and I relaxed a bit before sitting down. His office was something made out of rich cedar and splash of silver. That's the thing about Elite Celestial Royal Academy, the school wasn't just beautiful, it wa

Celine smirks, “His class? How is he still in school if he’s that clever?” Nate chuckles, “He teaches at the pack-school. He does online classes for his own learning, with various professors around the world, but he teaches classes at the pack-school most days.” Celine nods, seemingly just accepting Nate’s statement. He nods, “Right, I’m off. I’ll link you with the results as soon as I have them.” Nate grabs his bag, the phone, and the flash drive Seb had given him and leaves at a jog.

Damian stuck his chest out and proudly replied, "I'm here to pick up my granddaughter!" The person opposite him cast him a look of disbelief as usual and appraised him from top to bottom, as if he were an idiot. He probably thought that Damian had something wrong with his head. Soon, school time ended for Luna's class, Third Grade Alpha Class. Alpha class was a class for elite students with the best academic results. When Luna was admitted into the school, she managed to join the class by getting a high rank for her interview and written test results.

Kate said and leaves to go to the bathroom. ****** He drives his car into the school's car park He comes out of the car while closing the door, some girls who were passing-by stopped to greet him "Good day Mr marcelo sir" One of the girls said who seemed timid "Oh good day young lady, how are you miss?" He replied nicely "I'm fine sir" the timid girl replied while the other stared at him admiring his handsome features. He nod at them and walked off "Ahhhh he's so hot.. look at his broad chest, I could just lay my head on it for ages" the other finally spoke off

The elite class for young prodigies that Hayden attends at Central University was unlike any other ordinary elementary school. No matter how much money Avery had, she would not be able to enroll Layla there. Besides, Layla did not want to join an elite class anyway. She could not understand anything that Hayden was learning about, nor did she have any interest in it. When Mike led Layla out of the house and saw Elliot's car, he immediately froze in his tracks. Elliot's driver opened up the trunk to the car and brought out Mrs. Cooper's suitcases.

"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

"Hello everyone, I'm Mr Howard. I will be teaching you guys for the second half of the semester of this course." The large classroom was filled with more than 200 people. This was a law school public class. The people who came to class were all industry elites. Every time, students had to compete to grab a spot in the class. Among them, there was the well-dressed and elegant Mr Howard. Mr Howard always wore a suit and leather shoes, exuding an elite demeanor. Without saying a word, he stands there like a person of remarkable talent.

All I can do is go through the motions and try to make it through another day. I scan the room and take in the paralyzed state of my classmates. They appear to be lifeless, trapped within their own minds. I can't help but wonder if online classes are on the horizon. If that happens, there won't be a reason for me to stay in London. I am desperate to blow off some steam. It’s like an itch. First it was just under my skin, now it's eating me up inside, and no matter how much I claw at it, it doesn’t go away.

I was hoping to see Mario tonight but Careh has informed that he's still not back from the mainland. My entire body is exhausted the next day when I wake up. I spoke with Careh, telling me that it was time for another training session, and I groaned at the prospect of yet another grueling workout. She handed me a translucent box containing a laptop and a smartphone, all in rose gold color, when I opened my door. It's a perfect fit for the rest of the room's theme. I opened it, and an email popped on the screen. "As promised, you can have your online class starting next week. Don't do anything stupid, for this is being monitored." I was beyond happy to have a complete new set of gadgets but a

Eason whispered. Nyla followed him out into the hallway. He stopped in front of the third door on the left. “This is our first class: linear algebra. The teacher is very strict, so don’t talk during the lesson, even if you have a question. I can go over the material with you later if you need help.” They had barely stepped through the door when a voice rang out. “Eason! You’ve brought a girl to class! Now, who could this be?” A hook-nosed girl slithered over, her pretty grin stuck halfway to her eyes.