Classroom Of The Elite Volume 12 Novels & Stories

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

Geez, why is he bent on making this difficult" Morgan muttered... ............................................................................. EAST HIGH SCHOOL Junior High Building Junior Year Three Class Michelle (Elle) and Isabel as been looking gloomy since both of them arrived at school in the morning... Kelvin, Warren, and most especially, Theo as been trying to pinpoint what happened that can make both of them quiet in the class..... Even the class noticed their quietness because the class is somehow bored. After all, since Elle was back, the class has become more interesting..... "Do you know what is wrong with Elle and Isabel?" Kelvin asked Theo "No, I don't know" Theo shrugged

"That name might need some workshopping..." Backyard – 11:15 AM Classy stood in the backyard, hands pressed to the earth. The grass beneath his palms shifted color—from summer green to autumnal gold, then back again. Control exercises. After nearly losing himself to Elementos's power at the steel mill, he'd become... cautious. Not afraid, but respectful. The back door slid open. Northstar stepped out, holding two mugs. He handed one to Classy. "Thanks," Classy said, taking the tea. "How's the writing?"

Her glance carried a challenge—like she was waiting to see how Elara would handle this. A chorus of “Woah!” echoed around the classroom. One student nudged Andrey. “Shooting your shot, aren’t you?” Laughter bubbled among the girls — all except a few, who watched with tight smiles. She exhaled through her nose and turned her face away. Elara exhaled sharply through her nose and turned her face away, unwilling to give Andrey the satisfaction. Just then, Jade slipped quietly into the classroom, her entrance subtle but noticeable. She scanned the room, her gaze briefly landing on Elara before settling on Andrey’s desk where the crowd was thinning.

Rain returned to Garden Metro like a warning. The skies poured with the kind of relentless weight that made time feel slower, heavier. Elara sat at Damien’s long dining table, flipping through a series of screenshots—screenshots Cassidy never intended anyone to see. Group chats. Secret DMs. Mocking nicknames. Detailed plans on how to isolate classmates. Every line oozed cruelty masked as charm. “You’re telling me she actually made a spreadsheet ranking her classmates by ‘usefulness’?” Elara asked, stunned.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

The final bell had rung over an hour ago, but Room 212 still carried the faint echo of teenage chatter and scraping chairs. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-closed blinds, casting warm golden stripes across the rows of empty desks. Ms. Mayleen Pope sat alone at the front of the classroom, her elegant figure framed by the heavy oak teacher’s desk that had been there longer than most of the students had been alive.

My fingers find the light dial on the wall, and I turn it, dimming the room of its bright white light. Most of our clients don't like to be seen. So Chad has us dimming the room until they say otherwise. I walk towards the other figure in the room. His cologne invades my senses. He smells expensive, which is odd. Because the expensive types are usually Maddie and Laylas' clients. “Hi, my name's YINA.” I close my eyes and bow, getting down on my knees. “I am here for your pleasure.” I recite our given lines from Chad.

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.