Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 5

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.

She sat up slowly, her expression dazed, sated. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Detention's over. But this lesson... this is just getting started." _____ The university library was a cathedral of silence and old knowledge. The advanced literature class moved in a hushed cluster through the stacks, a week after the detention incident. Tension hummed between teacher and student like a live wire. Stolen glances in the hallway, the brush of a hand when passing papers, each touch was electric, addictive. Mr. James Throne watched Elena from across the Rare Manuscripts room. She was pretending to examine a first edition of Frankenstein, but her eyes kept drifting to him. She wore a simp

Jefferson. "Let's have a contest. We'll both do this test at the same time. If I win, you will resign. I'll be the one taking over the podium, and you can go home and retire. "But if I lose, I'll do whatever you want. Get on my knees and beg and grovel for forgiveness, or spend the rest of my time in detention, or drop out and get lost from your sight—your pick. Wanna bet?" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing.

“That day when Trish came home, you put the necklace into her pocket. Why are you lying?” Lisa’s face paled. She reached for him, trying to pull him out of the room, but Dad stopped her. “Is that true? What else did you see? Did you see Trish go into Dawn’s room?” Ben tilted his head, thinking carefully. “No. Trish just stood at the door and looked inside for a bit, then went to the balcony.” In an instant, the room fell silent because everyone knew that Ben never lied.

He pulled me out of the auditorium and didn't care if everyone's eyes are following us. He brought me to the building separated from the classrooms. We went directly on the fifth floor. This is his private resident in school. Here in Golden Oak, the students who belong to the top 5 richest family has their own place. The building has five floors, and each floor belongs to those students. The fifth floor is the biggest room and has 4 more rooms inside. Mine is on the third floor but I rarely use it.

“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

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

I love puzzles especially when it came in the form of measly humans. I checked my watch for the third time. "Oh bored already?!" She giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not that high maintenance." I said nothing, my phone buzzed. Thank God. It was Levi, one of the few people I tolerated. A single message with a video file attached. "Watch this now!" His text screamed like a matter of urgency. My brows creased in question. I tapped it open, already half done with this date. The moment the video loaded, I stopped breathing.

Aisha's POV The night air grew colder as the door to the room was knocked softly. Julien and I exchanged glances before I stood up and opened it slowly. A teenage boy stood in the doorway, thin and with tousled hair, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looked nervous, but the glint in his eyes showed a bravery I admired. “Excuse me… I’m Dimas, Mrs. I’m the third child of Mrs. Narti,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry for coming late. I heard from the neighbors that you were taken to the hospital.”

he informed then and smirked. He continued into the startled silence; "Well too bad", he quipped, "You'll just have to get over it", he said. "All classes are divided into five sections: Class A to Class E. That's not to say Class A is filled with geniuses and Class E are all stupid, don't be insipid, we're not idiots—we don't want anyone to discriminate on those qualities", he rolled his eyes and continued, "No... each Class has an average student, a really bad student, and a genius", he listed, "There is however a Best Class Award so, each year you will compete against the other classes to win this award and make your homeroom teacher proud", he explained in detail.