Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 6

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

Twenty-Six - Daniel King’s POV – “Everyone! Sit down!” It was Mrs. Onevic’s voice that made the whole class quiet, as she was walking towards the teacher’s table. Though few of my classmates were still chatting and walking towards their sits, she continued, “Congratulations, graduates for your hard work.” She paused as she glanced at everyone with a smile, “All of you passed the 4th quarter.”

I sat there in the second row, my head heavy, heart racing, wondering how many versions of Lana existed and whether I could trust any of them. Across the room, Eli caught my eye. He looked how I felt—exhausted, raw. He didn’t even try to hide it. When the bell rang, he was already packing up. I caught up to him outside the classroom. “We need to talk,” I said. He nodded. “Meet after sixth period?” “There’s more,” I added. “Stuff I didn’t say yesterday.” He paused. “Me too.” ⸻ Sixth period came and went in a blur. My thoughts were thick, swimming with images from the bunker. The hatch. The pages nailed to the wall. That symbol—circular, split, almost ritualistic. None of it made sense, and ye

Clyde muttered before going to the assembly Hall. << Classroom>> Ella a and Clyde was in their class discussing when they saw some students trooping in while the teacher walked in too. "Morning class." The teacher said. 👥: Morning teacher. The students responded. "We are relocating some students to some classes due to some reasons, so some the class 6 will be relocating here while some of this class 5 will be relocating to class 6." The teacher said before the murmuring started among the students.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

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 +.”

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

Three tables away, their harsh gazes locked onto me. "I can't believe a whore like that is attending my driving class," another one snarls, crossing her arms. And I recognize her. She follows her son who is learning driving. My hands begin to shake. Beside me, Dean’s face darkens instantly. "I think we should leave, Eleanor." Dean remarks. "What does a billionaire like Mr. Wellington see in a classless buffoon like her anyway?" Another adds. Dean slams his hand on the table and stands up, lifting his phone toward them.