Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Suzune

Suzanne woke up quite alarmed. She was feeling quite odd today. She freshened up and went downstairs to get her breakfast. She munched her cereal slowly. Why did it feel like she was forgetting something? Something important? Shane looked puzzled when he saw her downstairs. 'Um--' he started. But Suzanne continued slurping her cereal. 'Call me loser one more time and I promise to cut off your tongue!' she said to him. He scratched his hair. 'Actually that's not it. You know I always skip first period in class everyday, so I go late.'

Without him ,she is not supposed to get a beautiful life . " Go ahead, with presentation " , shizuka demanded .Suzy got amazed .In her 5 years of experience in KI groups ,no one asked them to present a presentation . Because,they strongly believed KI groups will be perfect in everything .Yet ,this lady seemed to be attitudious and also , Adamant . " Madam , people will stand in queue to enchance their hands with KI groups......" , the girl started without knowing the power of shizuka and her wild behaviour.

The only thing I need to do is find whose the murderer of the three of them. Phoenix’s POV I am here in the classroom. I am sitting in a chair beside the window and Sage at the back of the room. Sage is wearing eyeglasses now. I don’t know why Teacher Lelouch let us go to school even though our suspension is not yet over. Elisa, Sebastian, and Melody also went to school today. The whole class became noisy because Teacher Lelouch was not yet in the room.

At the Ardale Academy’s cafetaria, we’re able to buy breakfast, lunch, and dinner, although most eat breakfast in their room. “Something with chicken, please.” Suzie replied. Suzie wasn’t really part of our circle, but she had started here around the time we did, and we shared many classes. Whenever we did interact she was friendly and direct. Something I always appreciate. Plus, she doesn't drool whenever she sees Aiden, like a lot of other girls do. Atalanta shook her head and pulled something out of her bag. It was an old paper bag with not even half a sandwich.

And, yes, she did that to ease all her nerves and anxiety. Until finally, Suzanne arrived in a sexy maroon dress. Red lipstick was plastered on her voluminous lips. Her hair was deliberately loose. She looked so beautiful. More elegant than Lara. More classy and elite than her. “You’re beautiful Lara,” Suzanne complimented. A compliment that sounded like a taunt. But Suzanne's words wouldn’t put Lara off. She returned Suzan’s words with a faint smile. “Are you okay, Suzanne?” One of the pack members whispered to her.

Manuela managed a small smile. Just then, the door opened and Uno walked in—dressed in a sharp black suit that made him look even more handsome than usual. “Can you leave us?” he said firmly to Suzie. “But I haven’t finished styling Manuela’s hair yet—” “—I’ll do it.” Uno cut her off, and Manuela placed a hand on Suzie’s arm. She gave her friend a reassuring smile and nod. With a heavy sigh, Suzie had no choice but to step out of the room.

He brought this to himself. Suzie was thirty-one but looked like she was in her early twenties. I had no idea how in the hell she aged so damn gracefully. The crimson and black corset that she was wearing highlighted all of her features and that killer body of hers. “Is this him?” Suzie asked as she observed Maddox. I had called her up yesterday to get everything situated and let her know that I was bringing my man by to show him the club and give him a private dance, so she set up one of the VIP rooms for us.

"Oh! The pretty looking girl? I saw her on the side of the road with another boy." "Please, we need to see the footage now," I said. She nodded. "Of course, please come with me." We followed her passed the counter and through the staff entrance, into a small room that had a few monitors spread around. The woman walked over to the chair and began clicking away at the keyboard. "Here is footage from this evening up until now," she said as she clocked on the enter button. An image appeared on the screen from all angles. People passed by, and at 4:13pm, Suzie appeared on the screen with Elliot. I noticed that she held a kitten in her hand and they seemed to be conversing.

She forced herself to stay calm, keeping her face serene—an expression she had practiced in the mirror—as she knocked twice on the last door. “Come in,” Elodie called, her voice thick with sleep. Always a sleeper, Suzy thought. She opened the door and slipped inside. The attic room was larger than hers, sunlight striping through the half-open shutters. Elodie sat cross-legged on the lower bunk, her hair a dark spill over one shoulder, wearing an oversized nightshirt that slipped off one collarbone. “Morning, sleepy,” Suzy said, setting the basket down. “Thought you’d be up raiding the pantry by now.”