Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 12

"This is an inappropriate time to discuss coursework, Mr. Foster. I'm extremely busy as it is." "Is it?" I tilted my head, letting my eyes drop to his charcoal trousers. "I was just thinking about how some rooms are too quiet. How some people think their walls are the only things worth bouncing a scream off." Eliot’s breath hitched audibly. His gaze darted to the locked lecture hall door before snapping back to me, terror and heat flaring in his dark eyes. "Caleb, stop."

"Extra cheese? We can have it delivered to the loading dock." Jennifer let out another peal of laughter, the sound echoing brightly against the heavy velvet walls. The contrast was utterly absurd: three of the most powerful people in Elysium, dressed in thousands of dollars of formal wear and silk ropes, hiding in a private room while a masquerade raged outside, plotting to order greasy takeout.

He immediately left and went to his room. I slowly went to Gio's office carrying the coffee I brewed for him. When I entered, I saw him busy signing his paper works. "Please put 'Mom on the side,'" he promised me without hesitation. I took a deep breath and immediately placed the cup next to him. He looked up and saw me. His eyes were looking at me darkly. As if he would eat me alive. "What are you doing here?" he asked coldly. "Let's talk," I promised him. Even though I'm shaking, I have to be strong because I want to be enlightened. "We have nothing to talk about, you can leave now." My ears tingled when I heard what he said. Is he even serious!? His eyes were cold and emotionless so my h

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk

“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.”

His eyes swiftly darted to the broken glass and sceptical frowned with suspicion. On the other side, Jiyeon gestured to Martha to leave. Staring at the floor, Martha scampered out of the classroom, never for once taking her eyes off the floor. A sharp, dignity-breaking silence overtook the air like a poison that fed only on their pride. David slowly nodded at Jiyeon and walked towards his desk, where he was going to get his backpack.

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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

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.

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.