Classroom Of The Elite Volume 0 Novels & Stories

I looked down at the paper on the desk before speaking. “The Elite's gonna be fine,” Cynthia lifted up her head and blinked in confusion. I stared right back into her eyes, waiting for a protest. If we had to work with a school on this project, it certainly had to be Madison's. “Elite's?!” She blotted out in confusion. “Yeah I nodded and dropped my eyes back down to her boobs, I was getting visibly hard and couldn't wait to be done with this so I could pin her down on my desk.

And still, the girls spoke to me. "Eleanor Vale. I'm taking you to the Crimson Cellar after class. Private room. Music. Fresh blood. You coming or not..." A lazy voice came from the classroom door, and the room quieted almost at once. Cassian Voss stood outside with one hand in his pocket.

Su leaned into his class and pushed the door in. Class 16 on the fifth floor, the worst class in the third grade, is a group of mixed-day students, originally in the morning hours, but here is a noise. Until a figure appeared at the door of the class, the class became silent. It's like being suddenly pressed the pause button. Her face was as white as snow, so she appeared before the crowd, her eyebrows were clear, her long eyelashes trembling, but her eyes were extremely cold and her expression was light, and she looked a little lazy.

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long m

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

Under a clear blue sky dotted with white clouds, an exquisite three story building nestled just beside a massive old tree with its widespread canopy casting down a warm shadow below. The leaves swayed in the light wind, peeking at the huge sign; Elite Kiddies Lounge, a colourful classroom. The preschoolers giggled and hopped around a young teacher who wore a huge bright smile. "Nana…" In the massive classroom, a chubby dark haired boy muttered as his little face crumpled in pain. He doubled over, then crept towards a square table littered with crayons and little easels sitting on it. Small canvases were strewn about.

A man walked in. He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick with messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. Straight at Elara.

He was losing his "Identity." "Rule Number Twenty," the boy whispered, the red balloon bobbing rhythmically against the void. "In the Zero Room, there are no titles. No 'Dukes.' No 'Wardens.' No 'Vances.' You are simply Occupant A and Occupant B. And the rent is overdue by five eons." "Give... him... back..." Elara gasped. Every time she thought of a memory the smell of Vane’s cologne, the weight of his hand on her neck a golden thread pulled out of her chest and snapped into the boy’s ledger. The more she remembered, the more she lost.

Chapter 11 – The Intense Night The car arrived exactly at nine Black, silent, waiting at the corner of Noah’s street like it already knew he would come Noah stood by the window of his small apartment for several minutes before moving, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket as his mind replayed the last week over and over again The classroom The questions The subtle smiles The way Professor Elliott could turn a simple lecture into a private conversation in a room full of people Noah exhaled slowly He grabbed his jacket and stepped outside