Classroom Of The Elite Volume 6 Novels & Stories

LUTON PREP BOARDING SCHOOL MANHATTAN 11 YEARS AGO, TWO WEEKS BEFORE SPRING BREAK AND THE BENOIT AND DALTON CAR CRASH. “You’re late Elsida,” Professor Muton raises his eyebrow as she steps into the classroom. Students snicker and mumble incoherent words as she stalks to the only empty seat situated in front of the classroom. Her leg skids to a stop when she notices the occupant of the seat next to hers. Julien’s head is bowed, oblivious to the murmurs around him. His gaze rooted to the phone in his hands.

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.

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.

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.

fresh fruit glistening in crystal bowls, omelets perfectly folded, croissants warm and stacked high. Elias sat at the head of the table, nursing a black coffee and scrolling through his phone. Avery, impeccably dressed in a soft beige button-up, sat three seats away. Their daughter..fifteen-year-old Eliana..was quiet at the far end, eyes glued to her phone, occasionally rolling them in dramatic teenage fashion. And then, the sound of heels clicking across marble. Elias glanced up. His fingers froze. June. She swept into the room like the scene of a dream.

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

“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.”

Lucy and Elizabeth seemed to be much more interested in the low-key note passing happening between them. When class ended I was approached by Bella, a girl at the table next to me. She was friendly and asked me where I had transferred from, and what class I had for sixth period. When I explained that I had Trigonometry, she excitedly told me that she had the same class. While Bella waved goodbye and told me she would see me in Trigonometry, I packed my things up. Levi was waiting in the front of the room, with a few papers in his hands.

I couldn't care less about the junior students who seemed intimidated by my presence. As I turned to walk away, a flier descended from above, obscuring my vision for a moment. I removed it from my face and was about to dismiss it when something caught my eye. The flier featured a picture of me with the six dance boys on one side and a photo of me with the school's six precious gems on the other. The headline was bold and attention-grabbing: 'Ashley Young, the new transferee to Elite, playing around with twelve senior boys at Elite High School. Who will be her next target?'

"No more dressing like you're trying to disappear into the wallpaper. We're getting clothes that make you feel confident." "This is your solution?" Vivienne asked. Nessa grinned. "It's the beginning of my solution." Vivienne sighed, but a small smile played on her lips. Nessa leaned in. "Trust me. By the end of these sixty days, Dante won't know what hit him." Vivienne looked away. "Dante isn't the point." Nessa nodded slowly. "Good. Because this time, we're doing it for you." She handed Vivienne a coffee. "Now drink. You look pale."