Classroom Of The Elite Volume 0 Novels & Stories

"Get your schedule, then find me at lunch. I'll show you the safe zones and the kill zones. Trust me, you'll need to know the difference." The woman behind the desk looks me up and down like I'm something stuck to her shoe. She hands me a schedule without a word, then dismisses me with a flick of her wrist. Welcome to elite education. First period is Advanced Literature. I slip into a seat in the back, hoping for invisibility. The teacher, an older man with kind eyes and wire-rimmed glasses, introduces me to the class. "Everyone, we have a new student joining us. Aria Hayes, please stand."

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 +.”

Elliot leaned closer to Timothy as they walked toward a private elevator. “Do they always look like they’re about to get fired?” he whispered. Timothy pressed a button. “Yes.” The elevator doors closed. Elliot watched the digital display climb rapidly. Floor 30. Floor 50. Floor 70. “Please don’t tell me you live at the top,” Elliot said. “Penthouse.” “Of course.” The elevator opened into an enormous living space. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire room, offering a breathtaking view of the city below. Modern furniture sat perfectly arranged across the polished floor, and everything looked so clean and expensive that Elliot felt afraid to touch anything.

"She's been provoking us all semester, hoping for exactly this." Kade sets the ruler down. His hand rests on my stinging ass, palm flat, and the warmth of his skin against the welts makes me whimper. His fingers hook the waistband of my panties and pull them down my legs slowly. I feel the wet fabric peel away from my pussy, and the cool air hits me. I'm fully exposed, bent over a desk in a classroom with my three professors looking at everything. "Well," Ellis says, pushing off the window and walking toward me. "Detention just got interesting."

She's a Valedictorian same as Byron. I'm looking around, finding Wave if he's here or what. I know he's in here, looking at the result also. We're all almost shocked when all of the tv screens in the entire lobby just opened. Everyone can see the word 'THE HIGHEST RANKING STUDENT, CLASS OF 2020'. Then it begins to show some pictures and the history of the final ranking we're it started. And finally the top students will be showing and ready to announce. While waiting, I smell Wave's perfume and it is really him coming in my way with his friends.

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

The girls were doing too much at this point and jealousy stabbed at my heart as if it was a crime for them to talk about CJ. CJ walked in, and the class fell silent. He had a confident demeanor, standing tall like the king of the jungle. I ducked my head and was glad to be sitting in the back seat. The plan was to be as invisible as possible. The girls were checking him out, and it made me want to bash their teeth in. He placed his laptop on the desk and cleared his throat. "Over the next few months, we shall embark on a fascinating journey to explore the detailed workings of Earth," CJ's voice droned in the silent classroom.

Her new world. She should have felt at home. But the memory of her mother’s face still clung to her thoughts like mist. …. The beginner’s storm-magic class gathered in an open arena that looked suspended in midair, encircled by transparent barriers of wind. The floor shimmered faintly underfoot, a mosaic of skyglass that reflected the clouds above. Professor Elara Ventri, a tall woman with copper hair bound in a braid that crackled faintly with static, stood at the center. Her voice was clear and calm, but it carried through the air like thunder.