Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 12

“Can I take the elevator?” She burst out laughing, leaving me confused. “Oh, honey. Our elevator has been broken for five years. Take the stairs.” I raised an eyebrow. A school like Elite had such living arrangements? Still, it seemed like she was on the verge of a tantrum if I asked another question. So, I nodded and made my way, taking the stairs to the top floor. The journey was less than pleasant. Shirtless men and women lounged in the hallways, some even kissing and borderline having sex. Beer bottles littered the ground, and tissues with unknown substances clung to the walls.

“Ever since our previous Alpha passed away, we have been waiting for this moment, for you to sit on the Alpha’s throne.” “Alpha,” Another Elder said. “You have a great aura, one of royalty and positivity. Please take the throne, and lead our pack.” Jay looked at all of them, and with a weary heart, he nodded. ***** Eleanor continued to grin madly in class. Nobody wanted to be near her now, but she was truly enjoying it all. It was beyond her greatest desires - to birth such chaos with everything that she touched. All of a sudden, she heard the glass door open, and the principal's assistant walked in, asking, “Is Eleanor in this class?” All eyes turned to Eleanor herself. “The principal is ca

The receptionist makes a quick phone call and tells me to take the elevator by the left. The elevator hums as it climbs, and I picture his face, his look— jacket probably off, sleeves pushed back. Or maybe his cock is dangling out already, waiting for me. I chuckle at that thought and I think about the way he tenses at something I say in class, the way he tries to hide it but can’t. I know him almost too well. I’ve spent months studying him. Room 212 waits at the end. I knock once. Firm, and certain. Taking a huge deep breath.

Shaking off the memory, I said softly, "Don't worry. Even though you're the one who committed infidelity, I won't take a single dime of your family's assets. I've left all the jewelry you bought me on the vanity table—" "That's enough!" Evan hurled his spoon back into the bowl. "We're at the office. If you want to make a scene, do it at home. I can't afford to be humiliated here!" I pressed my lips together and fell silent, gazing at him calmly. After what felt like an eternity, he seemed to surrender. "Look, Charles will have that jewelry set you took a fancy to last time delivered to our house tonight. As for Astrid—"

I can’t help but send a quick message to him before I throw my phone in my bag. -Norali: Prick. I hear it vibrate, but I ignore it. And then I hear it again, and I ignore it again. My eyes stay glued on my book, and I try my hardest not to look at the front of the class. My skin almost burns off me, but still, I keep my eyes cast downwards. I know my swearing will have hit a nerve with him. He hates it when I swear. "Class dismissed. Everybody, leave," Jace announces after another 15 minutes where I can’t concentrate. My bag is in my hand a second later, and I bolt out of the classroom without looking at him.

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.

They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

As though Elizabeth had left only yesterday. Elena noticed a knitted blanket resting over an armchair. A cup of tea beside it. Still warm. Her heartbeat quickened. Someone had been here. Very recently. She looked toward Clara. "She's close." Clara didn't answer. That silence... Was answer enough. --- In the study, Clara unlocked a small mahogany cabinet. Inside rested a beautifully wrapped box. "This was Lady Elizabeth's final instruction." She placed it on the desk. "She said..." "'When Elena Hart and Adrian Blackwell arrive together...'"

Every time she accidentally felt his sharp, ice-grey gaze sweep across the classroom, her heart would skip a violent beat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he carried as an elite man was simply too overwhelming. She felt as though she were sitting on thousands of tiny, sharp needles, and even basic breathing felt like a struggle. Finally… RING! The sharp echo of the school bell resonated throughout the room. The gruelling lecture was finally over. Elara secretly let out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "...Finally," she whispered under her breath. She hurriedly packed her notebook and pen into her bag. Her only thought right now was simple: Run. Leave. Get as far away from t