Classroom Of The Elite Summary Novels & Stories

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

I’m sorry to say this, but a moment from now they’ll regret the second our eyes met. The classes ran smoothly. The elites were active in class. They were like boulders of meteors falling from the sky and killing everything that they land on. With their intelligence, no one would think that they could do any form of immorality. Even though I know the answers, I remained quiescent. I spent my time observing. It’s a bother to show-off and compete, they might think they’re foolish. Everyone went out of the room when the bell rang. For the first time, I felt young. I felt like a normal teenager. Back then, I didn’t study in a normal school environment or university. I went to a school exclusive f

Emilia tried to make him understand, and she was really anxious right now, but her body calmed a bit when she saw how his face lit up. " You are right. I think, that will be alright, " he coincided with her, and they finally made their decision. ~ The Beta, Gamma, Elders, and the two werewolves, who brought Lexa into the community, all wondered about what was happening, as the Alpha wasn't supposed to take a long time before he passes the order for a rogue to be executed. The young teen kneeling on the floor was unaware of anything and strangely, she wasn't starving badly anymore.

Catherine stuffed the last piece of pastry into her mouth, wiped her hands with a tissue, and stood up to head toward the classroom. "Class is about to start. Hurry up." Catherine's concern was greatly appreciated by Ronin. He nodded obediently, quickly tidied up, and assured Catherine, "Don't worry, Catherine. I won't be late." The first class was taught by the most famous professor in the university, Marshall Hartley. The EIE department students were eagerly waiting for Professor Hartley's class. When Catherine entered the classroom, it was already full of people. Her presence immediately caught everyone's attention. Her arrogant yet beautiful face was truly eye-catching. Coupled with the

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.

People are already in classes so I don't have to endure stares and whispers anymore. "Ellie," Lisa waves me over as soon as I walk into the general class, and all eyes turn to me. Damn. "We thought you would take a long break," she says, pulling a chair next to her, and I take it with relief. "Why?" "I don't know. Considering what happened."She shrugs and I smile at Casper. Today he is not alone. His mate is beside him and that must feel so good. "Hey," Casper waves, and the girl turns to me too.

They’re the actors, walking into their parts without needing scripts. I pause just inside the doors, tray balanced in my hands, and let my eyes sweep across the room. The seating chart isn’t written down anywhere, but it might as well be engraved in stone. In the center sits the crown jewel: a long table where the most polished students laugh too loudly, toss their hair too perfectly, and check their phones with the kind of careless entitlement that comes from knowing your last name could buy someone else’s future. The Blackridge Elite. That’s what they’re called, though no one dares say it to their faces. You don’t need to. The way everyone else orbits around them says enough.

The calm composure on her face cracked. "Even classmates can have coffee together. Won't you try it? It's your favorite." "No need. People change. I don't drink coffee anymore." I'd barely taken a few steps when I heard glass shatter behind me. But people and things that had nothing to do with me didn't deserve a second glance. We never saw each other again after that, though when I had dinner with Mom once, she mentioned Felix in passing. She said he was an idiot who got scammed and landed in prison. He wouldn't be out for years.

Natalie held herself together, but there was a tremor in her voice. "Doesn't this just show how disciplined our class is? The students know what they want. They stay focused." "Focused to the point they don't act human anymore?" I cut in, then turned toward the gallery, my eyes settling on Kyle. "A few days ago, at my request, my former attorney recorded Ms. Martin's routine with her new honors class. If it took a full year for the last class to reach that level of uniformity, you might call it effective teaching."

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