Classroom Of The Elite Volume 6 Mga Nobela at Kwento

The battery on my front door smart lock died, so I called a locksmith to come over. While he was working on the lock, he made small talk. "Dude, this lock comes with six spare keys. Did you lock all of them inside the apartment?" I froze. I've lived in this apartment for three years. My wife and I each have one spare key. The other three were always kept in the hallway drawer. That makes five total. So where's the sixth key?

He also turned out to be a great teacher and at the end of his class, I was very satisfied. If we didn't have anymore classes today, I wouldn't be upset about it. I smiled as he finished teaching and walked away from the board. “See you all in the next class. Be on time. Miss my class and you get an F.” The elites started to murmur, some angrily, while some let out angry gasps. Patty and I amused exchanged glances. I guessed some elites did care about their grades. I turned back to look at Professor Cain, intrigued about how well he knew these kids and exactly how to rile them up.

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

HIGH SCHOOL REVENGE BY HEARTCODE CHAPTER 17: THE GAME 10:30 found the final year students of RPHS in the sports arena, Tiana had ceased to be amazed by what the school contained anymore. She knew that this school was full of surprises, like come on a detention suite, pools, a sport arena… she knew that the school was really a school for elites. It is a fucking miracle she got admitted, so wait…. the SUMPREME ONES did it. She doesn’t know how, but she doesn’t care.

Su leaned into his class and pushed the door in. Class 16 on the fifth floor, the worst class in the third grade, is a group of mixed-day students, originally in the morning hours, but here is a noise. Until a figure appeared at the door of the class, the class became silent. It's like being suddenly pressed the pause button. Her face was as white as snow, so she appeared before the crowd, her eyebrows were clear, her long eyelashes trembling, but her eyes were extremely cold and her expression was light, and she looked a little lazy.

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?”

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”