Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 1

The first full day in Adrian’s world began with silence and control. Elena stood in the middle of a large, sunlit room on the top floor of the penthouse — mirrored walls, a long marble table, and racks of clothing that had appeared overnight like magic. It felt like a private finishing school designed for one purpose: to turn her into someone who belonged beside Adrian Voss. Adrian stood a few feet away, sleeves rolled up, watching her with that calm, calculating gaze. “Lesson one,” he said, voice low and precise. “How to walk beside me.”

she exclaimed, her voice warm and engaging. The students sprang to their feet, their faces filled with respect and admiration. "Good morning, Ma'am!" they chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the room. Hazel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to speak. "Today, we'll be having a special upgrading class. We'll be welcoming some of our Class One students who have shown exceptional potential, and a select few will be fast-tracked to Class Four, skipping Class Three altogether!" The room buzzed with anticipation as Hazel paused for dramatic effect. Then, with a flourish, she gestured to the door, and five students entered, their faces beaming with pride and nervousness.

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.

’ Layla sighed as she stepped into the classroom that they had walked into. Her head bowed on instinct as eyes flickered to her. ‘You can do this. They’re students just like the others.’ She swallowed a lump in her throat, walking to a seat at the back as they dissected her from head to toe like a science specimen. Her legs trembled as if they wanted to run and leave her there. Who was she kidding? They weren’t like other students. They were the elite, the one percent of the one percent. The powerful aura that vibrated off them couldn’t be compared with all the classes she had gone to combined, and they were just five apart from Nyssa and Zayne.

My suite is warded—no cameras, no logs, no interruptions. Door stays locked. Just us. Whenever you’re ready. Or never. Your call. Nico’s breath hitched again—sharp, almost painful. He looked up. Elara and Liora were both paying attention to the class now—quiet, patient, no pressure in their eyes. Just waiting. He slipped the phone back into his pocket. But the question burned in his chest like a live wire. He thought about the empathic embrace again—how good, that had felt. Safe. Wanted. Real.

LUTON PREP BOARDING SCHOOL MANHATTAN 11 YEARS AGO, TWO WEEKS BEFORE SPRING BREAK AND THE BENOIT AND DALTON CAR CRASH. “You’re late Elsida,” Professor Muton raises his eyebrow as she steps into the classroom. Students snicker and mumble incoherent words as she stalks to the only empty seat situated in front of the classroom. Her leg skids to a stop when she notices the occupant of the seat next to hers. Julien’s head is bowed, oblivious to the murmurs around him. His gaze rooted to the phone in his hands.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

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.

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 +.”