Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Op

" 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"

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,"

"What?" "Stop getting lost, go clean up, we have to go down for breakfast." She conveyed and I rolled my eyes. "And don't forget that you're having class by eleven." She added and the urge to cry choked me. The classes were just extra classes organized by some top-ranking students in the school and by top-ranking, I mean both in money, connection, and in the brain. They call themselves elites and if I gain their favor with my hard work, it's a plus in getting the scholarship.

“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.

Carmen's POV Maddox Elite Training Facility was one of those places that looks like it was designed by someone who thinks minimalist luxury was a personality. Glass walls, black steel beams, everything was gleaming and polished. Even the air smells expensive, like eucalyptus and money. Trying not to look around, I walked in, clutching my tote bag like it was a shield. When I got to the receptionist desk, she gave me the same look someone would give to a stray dog that wandered into a jewelry store.

“Good! Good! That’s my daughter! Go! Put her in that class right now! As for that exam spot, it’s decided by ranking. Whoever refuses her is out!” With the chairman as my dad, everything moved fast. Ten minutes later, I stood at the door of the elite class. The homeroom teacher was a strict middle-aged woman named Olivia Lawson. Everyone called her the “Demon Headmistress.” She adjusted her glasses and looked me up and down. “Xena? I heard you came in through connections.” I had not even spoken a word when she added, “I don’t care who your father is. In my class, everything is based on performance. If you’re at the bottom of the next mock test, you’ll be out immediately.”

Jefferson. "Let's have a contest. We'll both do this test at the same time. If I win, you will resign. I'll be the one taking over the podium, and you can go home and retire. "But if I lose, I'll do whatever you want. Get on my knees and beg and grovel for forgiveness, or spend the rest of my time in detention, or drop out and get lost from your sight—your pick. Wanna bet?" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing.

=== Class A - Death Princess & Seer Class B - Death Princess & Seer (Double up) Class C - Match Class D - Gambler, Controlled Berserker & Two Shots Class E - Zen, Faceless, Oriole, Impenetrable Shield, Tracer & Scorpion === Liu Feng and Akiko had no complaints, but Killian wanted to cry. “Am I the only one in Class C?” he asked and looked at Zen hopefully. He was the only person who could go through all the deluxe rooms in the building to make them out level by level. Unlike Class A and B that only had ten rooms each, Class had about thirty rooms and three whole floors! Not to mention, the advanced gym and games room were places nobody usually used. Yet, it was huge enough to accommodate at

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?”