Classroom Of The Elite Volume 1 Novels & Stories

The way he touched me. I’m already getting overheated. This is not going to help me survive sex class. We round the corner—and I come to a halt. There’s a crowd gathered in front of the classroom door. Not just the girls from my class, but their doms too. All of them. The air thickens with tension, the scent of cologne, and the sharp edge of authority. Aiden leans casually against the doorframe beside Daniel. His eyes find mine instantly—like magnets—and lock there.

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.

“Did your roommate try to sacrifice you to a dark god or anything? Some of them are weird.” “No, she’s quiet. Her name is Elara,” I replied, taking a piece of toast. “She seems fine.” “Elara is cool. A bit of a loner, but she’s one of the smartest hybrids in the school,” Jack explained between bites of sausage. “You ready for Albright’s class? Get ready to be bored to death.” “He’s not that bad,” Janet chimed in. “He just likes the sound of his own voice. The real problem is who else is in that class.” She subtly tilted her head toward the Aurora table.

Like rot blooming beneath perfume. Elara turned her head slowly. Looked straight at Malick. Then Sierra. Then back again. “Well,” she drawled, “isn’t this adorable?” Sierra’s POV – In Class The classroom felt wrong before she even stepped inside. The carved oak door was open, runes humming too quietly. The wards were still active, but… muffled. Like someone had smothered them in velvet. Malick stepped through first. He stopped short. Sierra caught herself before she bumped into him—again. But when she looked up, her breath caught in her chest.

Like Gian used to be… Gian again. Always Gian. After making the coffee, she sat down beside him. “By the way, what’s your course?” she asked. “Electrical Engineering. You?” Wow, a future engineer. She was impressed. “Education. A future teacher. But if things don’t work out, maybe I’ll just be your future instead,” she teased with a playful laugh. Let’s see if Gian thinks he’s the only one who can flirt. “You’re kinda flirty with that line, girl,” Klenth said, imitating a gay voice.

I turned to see Emery strutting from the school gates, his designer uniform pristine, his smirk dripping with arrogance. Jack ruffled his hair. "Perfect timing, bud. This guy claims our car is his. What's your take?" "I know his type," Emery scoffed, his tone too old for his years. "A kid in my class brags about being loaded but can't even afford a decent toy." He sized me up like I was roadkill. "Mister, you know how much this car costs? My mom says it's worth a house. Look in the mirror and tell me you can afford it."

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

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

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.

“Not there. Under.” The command was so absurd, so degrading, that a hot flush of humiliation burned her cheeks. Under his desk? She stared at the dim, cramped space, a cave of shadows and dust bunnies. Her eyes flicked to the wall of windows lining the classroom, the twilight sky beyond them darkening to indigo. She could see the reflection of the empty rows of seats. “Professor, I…” “Now, Elara.”