Classroom Of The Elite Op Novels & Stories

Glenn to get a new desk, a computer, and two monitors. ​I sat down with my legs crossed as I logged in immediately. ​“Let's find out why you're being adored by the Carters.” I bit my fingernail before doing some digging, and then I came across Williams's early life. ​The Elites: a school for the rich. ​Rosetta also attended the same school. I tried to remember, but I couldn't access some of her memories. ​While staring at the pictures of the school, my eyes caught something familiar.

he sighed. "They're all bullies. They turn students into slaves just because they're Elites." Jenny pouts. Kim frowned instantly. "I didn't mean you. Sorry," she said. "What are the Elites?" I asked. Kim looked at me. She sighed. "This school is a shared cooperation. But fifty-five per cent belongs to my mother. The remaining forty-five is shared by the King's, White, Patterson, Wonders, and so more. Those surnames, their kids are in this school, they call us the Elites," she sighed sadly.

“No thanks, Vi. This is going to be a one-time thing.” A laugh escaped me and I shook my head at her. “And besides,” she went on, “you keep forgetting that the Elite Team is not something small. In case of a war, which we all know might be coming, they will have to be the ones protecting the school. Which means—“

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk

“ Alright guys, let us make a pair of two” Coach Levis said. Immediately after he said that Elora went straight to her spot at the corners to sit down and watch. Ever since she’s been at the school she has been graded differently from others, while others were graded on how good they fought during combat classes, Elora has always been given a fail. Suddenly it occurred to her that she would not be able to skip the class since this was her last year at the school. It seemed that Coach Levis also remembered that as well, hence the reason for Roman’s sudden movement toward her.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

Somehow, some way, I would find a way to ruin it. And being alone isn't so bad. I wanted to ask about my husband, I wanted to ask how well he knew the man, but I opted for looking out the window and chewing on my bottom lip like I held a grudge against it. No. The silence is better. Thirty minutes later, the magnificent sight of Elysium Elite University came into view. It was one of the most elusive and prestigious universities in New York, a school founded by the most powerful men in the country at the time. Over one hundred years of history and it still ranked first every year as the hardest school to get into.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”