Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 5

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

I can tell something's up. Eli takes another sip of coffee, using the moment to gather his thoughts and control his expression Eli: sighs softly, deciding to deflect the conversation Listen, I'll tell you if anything... significant happens, okay? gives Nathan a meaningful look For now, let's just focus on getting to class on time, yeah? Nathan nods, grabbing his backpack from the kitchen chair Sounds like a plan, roomie. Let's jet, don't wanna be late for Professor Hartley's lecture. That man loves punctuality more than my grandma loves her knitting circle. chuckles as he slings his bag over his shoulder

"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.

The silver vintage Mercedes handled the curves of the road with a heavy, smooth power. Inside, it smelled of expensive leather, Evelyn’s French perfume, and the faint, sweet scent of rain misting against the windshield. "An emergency audit on a Saturday!" Evelyn sighed dramatically, settling back into the plush seat. "His father used to pull the exact same stunt whenever the senior partners wanted to show who held the leash. It’s an old boys' club power play, plain and simple." "It comes with the territory, I guess," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the rain-streaked window.

“Eva, here are a few good candidates.” I took the envelope. Inside were several detailed profiles. The men in the photos were all handsome. A Wall Street investment banker, a surgeon from Harvard Medical School, a young federal judge. “All elites with clean family backgrounds,” Leo said. “Mom and Dad approve.” I could feel Orion’s eyes on me, sharp as knives. “Thanks, brother.” I stood up. In front of both men, I ripped the profiles to shreds, one by one. The pieces of paper fluttered down like snowflakes.

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

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

And still, the girls spoke to me. "Eleanor Vale. I'm taking you to the Crimson Cellar after class. Private room. Music. Fresh blood. You coming or not..." A lazy voice came from the classroom door, and the room quieted almost at once. Cassian Voss stood outside with one hand in his pocket.