Classroom Of The Elite Volume 6 Novels & Stories

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

”Guys! “Fine!” Six snapped before getting up and leaving the cafeteria. Brittany followed behind him. The cafeteria was very silent after my bold move, so I asked, “What did I miss yesterday?” Eli asked, “Seriously? You want to continue like you just fed Six to a wolf?” I pointed out, “You’re being dramatic, and Six can take care of himself. Besides, he’s not my boyfriend.” though a big part of me wishes he was “That may be, but there’s something with you guys, and now you’ve just given him over to Brittany,” Summer argued. “That was such a dick move, by the way,” Cash added.

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.

“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

If not, then let's just get straight to the test and see which one of us finishes it faster and more accurately! Just then, footsteps echoed in the corridor. Then, the lecturer in charge of overseeing the program, Mr. William Stein, walked in. The male classmate from earlier immediately pointed his finger at me and tattled, "Mr. Stein! Shawn just openly insulted Mr. Jefferson and even threw his bottle at Ariel! People like him should be expelled!" I laughed coldly at that. "Why don't you ask Mr. Stein if he actually dares to expel me? Who do you think you're trying to intimidate? You might as well just call the police on me instead."

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

"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.