Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Vol 7

“An elite talk more of a sub. What other reason would he have for driving you to school? Maybe one of the students put him up to it.” I frowned and pulled my hands out of hers, my head spinning with different thoughts. That didn't make any sense… “He's one of the seven. So, he can't possibly be working for another elite.” I argued. She frowned, as if angry I was arguing with her. “What if it's one of the other seven? Or maybe someone from his own family who goes here?” I couldn't say anymore and at that point, my head was spinning with everything she had said. She was making sense and she did have a point. But I didn't think professor Cain would do something as bad as what she was suggesting

He gave Remi a look. "Well, that's the only seat available." She shrugged as she pulled out a pencil. He huffed and sauntered over to the front of the classroom to sit right in front of the teacher's desk. He looked back at his friends who were laughing and talking amongst themselves. Levi looked at Seven who looked back at him. This meant war. Seven glared. At the end of the day, they all agreed to go out to eat together. They went to the nearest pizza place. Before Remi could go in, Seven pulled her aside.

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 +.”

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.

I say. “I’m a genius,” he says. “Yes, my boy,” Elara answers. “You are.” *** Theo has settled in his classroom. His teacher and classmates were happy to see him, they were all around him, and he’d also been excited to see them. I’d expected Elara to feel the same too, but now that we’re on our way towards the penthouse — so I can drop her before going to office since she wants to work from home — I don’t think she’s all that happy.

I wanted to watch his eyes and see, finally, what had always been hiding behind them. The house was quiet at that hour. Our son Luca was at school. The pack members were out on their morning duties. My heels clicked against the marble floor of the east corridor and the sound felt too loud, like the house itself knew something had shifted. Damon's study door was not fully closed. I raised my hand to knock. And then I heard it. A laugh. Soft and low. The kind of laugh that belongs to a moment that was not meant to be shared. I pushed the door open.

--- 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.

Bryan’s gaze was drawn to the report on the floor. He picked it up and scanned it. “Artificial heart replacement…” A flash of anger shone on Bryan’s face. He flung the medical report at me. “Aria Lewis, I never imagined you’d stoop to such despicable tricks for money! “You’re exactly the same as you were seven years ago. Everything revolves around money for you. Nothing matters to you except money!” I stood up and stared at Bryan’s healthy physique. I smiled softly as I silently picked up the report.

And Elena intended to read every useful piece she could find. --- One particular cabinet immediately caught her attention. The label read: F-7 Her pulse quickened. Factory Seven. Finally. She opened the drawer. Inside rested dozens of files. Maintenance reports. Financial statements. Employee records. Insurance documents. Photographs. Her hands moved quickly. Page after page. File after file. Then— Her breathing stopped. A photograph. Factory Seven. Taken several weeks before the explosion. Nothing unusual at first glance. Until Elena noticed a familiar face. Victor Kane.

Chapter 7 POV: Elara Duval By the time Clarisse and Ava finally left, the apartment felt like it had been aired out after a storm. Elara stood at the balcony, coffee in hand, watching the traffic crawl below. She hated that a single mention of Damon Cross had unsettled her. She didn’t even know the man beyond the headlines about his arrogance, his impossible standards, his meteoric rise and that one encounter The kind of man who collected enemies as easily as other men collected cufflinks.