Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Vol 6

“My name is Allen Winters, the headmaster of Elite Order Academy. Today marks the start of another semester. To all the seniors, welcome back, and to all the freshmen, welcome! You are the chosen few, and we are honored to have you here. First and foremost, you’ve been chosen not only for your intelligence but also for your potential…” “This will take a while,” Tessa said. “Headmaster Winters is known for his long speeches.” I turned to her with raised eyebrows. “How much do you know about Elite?” she suddenly asked. I tilted my head to the side. As I thought about it, I realized I didn’t know much. My parents and brothers never bothered to share any stories. All I knew was that it was the m

Xo, Black6 - Damon’s POV. Eli, Jet, Warren and I decided to be late for Jenkins’s class again. It’s not like he would care. He was a cool teacher and understood that we had some business to take care of before getting to class. Plus, I have the highest grade in that class. Even if I was star of the football team and spent a lot of time with the ladies, I still found time to study. However, we didn’t have business to take care of today. But we didn’t feel like going to class just yet either. So, we were leaning against the lockers while Eli was rambling about his mate, Abigail.

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.

“Call that Jenny girl over too. I’ll be waiting in Room 606.” With that, he turned around and walked toward the elevator. Elior followed behind him. He could clearly sense that his good friend was suppressing his anger. Elior’s lips curved, and his eyes shone bright with excitement… This was going to get interesting. Someone else tormented Jane, and now Sean was furious… What could that mean? Elior’s lips curved again. … Room 606 Luna and Jenny looked at the two men sitting on the couch with stars sparkling in their eyes.

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

~ Elara ~ The sixty-fourth floor of Helix Tower always felt a few degrees colder than the rest of the world. It wasn't just the air conditioning; it was the way the glass and steel seemed to swallow any sound that didn't have to do with profit margins or legal liabilities. As a junior employee, I had learned to navigate these hallways with my head down, keeping my footsteps light on the plush carpets. In this building, being noticed by someone like Gideon Moore usually meant you’d made a mistake that was about to cost you everything.

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"