Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Op

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.

Every time she accidentally felt his sharp, ice-grey gaze sweep across the classroom, her heart would skip a violent beat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he carried as an elite man was simply too overwhelming. She felt as though she were sitting on thousands of tiny, sharp needles, and even basic breathing felt like a struggle. Finally… RING! The sharp echo of the school bell resonated throughout the room. The gruelling lecture was finally over. Elara secretly let out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "...Finally," she whispered under her breath. She hurriedly packed her notebook and pen into her bag. Her only thought right now was simple: Run. Leave. Get as far away from t

he pointed at the dummy again, “fell and startled me!” Classy rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful. “You know what? I don’t give a damn about you, you feeble biscuit.” Elliot raised an eyebrow. “‘Feeble biscuit’? Who is this ‘feeble biscuit’?” Classy’s smirk was icy. “Um. You. And him.” He nodded at Emma. Elliot’s face darkened. “I think you need to learn some manners, recruit.” Classy’s stance shifted, ever so slightly. “I think that’s enough ‘manner’ talk for one day.”

“Who the hell are you?” ‎“Andrei Orlov.” ‎That name hit me like a slap. ‎Everyone knew that name. The quiet tech genius. The dangerous type. There were whispers about arms deals, international connections, frozen assets in his wake but none has been proven. What I didn't understand was how he became a client in my foundation. Did he lie? Or was he part of Alex clients he laundered money for? My head was banging with questions. The man was untouchable. And he was standing in front of me like I was a business deal.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

“Want to grab some food so we can talk about it?” “Sure,” I replied, running my fingers through my hair. I definitely needed food to process everything. We began walking through the halls, and I was about to enter the first cafeteria when Tessa suddenly pulled me away. “What are you doing?” she asked, wide-eyed. “Going to eat?” “Not there, silly,” she said. “That’s reserved for the Elites.” “But aren’t we Elites?” I tilted my head to the side. “Not officially,” she replied. “The Opulence Cafeteria is reserved for the wolves with the highest points—or in the freshmen’s case, the richest ones.”

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.

The Classy Elite dining hall boast of wealthy and how prestigious the private highschool is,with it's perfection and excellent standard in every aspect of the school, that why it rated first and the best in USA as a whole. The students sat down in pairs and clique as they ate and chatted happily. Jace and his friends move to their high-table at the corner of the hall ,where the students believe that the seats belong to the high-monarch and highest class in school like Ian Grayson and his friends are the only ones could only sit there. " Hey Jace what with the sullen look. We just won the match so cheer up man ! ,Just forget whatever that is bothering you" a brownette guy said,his bimbo pe

" I thought she was an angel and one of the girls to service the clients" " Have you seen an angel getting her own opening show before and thousands of Elite showed up to that event" " well I heard she has never served any clients and Boss Ray skipped the usually ritual with her" " Ohhh that was her, then she is a great girl huh .. To make our big boss fall in love for her then she must have some special moves between the sheets, hahaha" " I guess so and she is pretty, our future small master will be cute " " Very cute or a small chubby version of Boss in a female"