Classroom Of The Elite Volume 6 Novels & Stories

”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."

Before I could ask _ I doubted you could hear your own voice over the ruckus _ she dragged my hand and started to pull me through the teeming crowd. We passed so many rooms, more sounds of students having sex, and some just hanging out, others getting high until we finally made our way into a large living room. As we walked in, I realized only Sasha and her minions were here. Sasha's face lit up when she saw me. She got up and walked over to me, her hands folded over her chest. “You're here.” She said softly. I nodded, as I looked around at the others. They were only six, and Trent was there. I looked closer and realized the only ones in the room were the top six elites.

My footsteps echoed in a way they never did in dreams. Calvin led me through a series of quiet corridors before we reached a wide circular chamber with a domed ceiling made entirely of stained glass. At the center stood three people. They turned as we entered. The first woman looked like she belonged on the cover of a vampire political thriller. She was statuesque, with dark eyes that made me feel dissected before I even opened my mouth. Her suit was sleek, her posture perfect, and her expression cool enough to freeze lava. “This is Professor Pamela Batista,” Calvin said. “Head of Nerezza House. She teaches Vampire Diplomacy and Inter-Species Relations.”

Avery was silently shrieking as she gazes upon the interior of the lobby. "Splendid! The designers did an outstanding job this school year!" Aric agreed with his twin, Leath just gave a plain look. In her mind, no matter how regal-looking their school is, it's still a school of rich spoiled brats. Calling them Elites are a bit of an exaggeration

The room was a masterclass in minimalist luxury – dark wood, supple leather, and state-of-the-art technology seamlessly integrated into the elegant design. Malik sat at a massive, polished desk, a sleek laptop open before him. On the screen, a crystal-clear CCTV footage played. It was the office, the scene of Elara's humiliation. He watched, his jaw tight, as Sebastian's enraged face filled the frame, Elara's desperate pleas almost audible even without sound. He saw the shocked faces of their co-workers, frozen in disbelief. He saw the harsh slap that echoed through the silent video, followed by the cruel thrust of the divorce papers into Elara's trembling hands. He watched her crumple, her

I added and he chuckle right after. Since it’s almost class time already, there are few students left outside already and good thing that the elevator is vacant as we ride in. It took us few seconds only before we reach the sixth floor and walk towards our room. I check on the glass mirror and Rael is already inside with Nathan. I look at Levi when I notice that he stops walking so I stop as well, watching him crease his brows once more. “Problem?”

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.