Classroom Of The Elite Volume 6 の小説・ストーリー

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

Dad pulled out his little notebook which recorded all my preferences and restrictions like it meant something. To anyone watching, they looked like the perfect, doting parents—if only they knew. "Dad, Mom, I need the restroom," I said, voice light. I took the phone back, smiling like nothing was wrong, and slipped into the washroom, hands shaking. I thought I was ready to hear it. A hundred times, I told myself I could handle it. But that first line hit like a blade. "Mr. Adelson, Mrs. Adelson, your daughter's recovery is going well. Her injuries have healed, and with proper care, she could conceive soon. Should we stop the medication? If she keeps taking it, she might become permanently inf

Even the journals weren't enough of a distraction from what was on my mind. “Mike,” I look up to see Kellen standing at the entrance to the cellar, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. I frown at him and cock my head to the side. Trying to decide if he is real or not. Kellen pushes off the frame and saunters over to me, dropping down to the floor and taking up the same position I’m sitting in. He reaches for the bottle, plucking it from my hands. Bringing it to his lips he drinks, then leans his head back half closing his eyes.

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

The knowledge that Dominic Voss is sitting at the front of this room watching his son’s cock disappear into his stepdaughter’s throat while his wolf presses against his skull hard enough that his eyes are shifting colour makes me wetter than the act itself, and that’s a confession I’ll take to my grave. The film plays on. Something about industrialization and the working class. The projector hums. A girl in the second row is texting under her desk and the guy next to her is half asleep with his chin on his fist. I am on my knees behind the last row of seats with Knox Voss’s hand fisted in my ponytail while he sits sprawled in his chair with his legs open and his head tilted back like he’s bo

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."