Classroom Of The Elite Volume 7 Novels & Stories

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

I soon discovered that Elysium was as much a classroom as it was a playground. On my third evening at the club, Marco ushered me into the main hall with a conspiratorial grin. “Tonight you’re in for a treat,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. “Jennifer’s teaching a flogging class.”

Mejar Wang Said seriuosly and made the laughter louder . " Then , every problem had been settle . Class one , these four years let's study hard without worries to become a good doctors so we can help more and more people and cured many sickness ." Elina hold up her can drink too toast all her classmate and they toast her back with a high new spirits . The lunch become so lively after every problem were settle one after another with their conversation . Without Elina's knowledge , the soldiers are prising her for become a good leader to her classmates . She even help them to settle their family problems .

“OP has way too much class. If I were her, I would’ve blasted the footage on a giant screen.” “Molly’s whole sob story makes me sick. Love is never wrong? Well, cheating definitely is!” “That woman, Cece, is no saint either. What business does she have being nice to another woman while bossing the actual girlfriend around?”

“I’m not–” The door opened, hitting against the wall, but it wasn’t Ingrid. Blonde. Tall. Pale Eyes such a light grey that they looked silver under the fluorescent lights, he moved with a kind of effortless calm that made my skin crawl. Mr. burkheart cleared his throat. “Class, this is Elias. He’s just transferred in, try and make him feel welcome.” He didn’t smile. Just scanned the room slowly, his gaze landing on mine and sticking.

A faint layer of dust coated the top, unlike the other drawers, which looked recently handled. Elara frowned. “What’s this one?” Kai moved toward her quickly. “Don’t touch that.” Valentina narrowed her eyes. “Why? What’s inside?” But Elara touched it, because if he told her not to, it meant he knew exactly what it was. She pulled the binder free. It landed in her hands with a solid thud. The spine bore a simple inscription: Project D-7 Elara slowly lifted her eyes to Kai. “What’s D-7?”

Derrick's POV The next day, I got to class earlier than usual and Eliana hadn't arrived then. I'd been forced to wake up early when Susan made a fuss about not finding an important file she needed in the office and I hadn't been able to go back to sleep even after she found it. I was still a little bit sleepy when I got to class but I shrugged it off as soon as the students began to walk in. Eliana was the seventh person to enter and my jaw nearly dropped when she did.

“Can I take the elevator?” She burst out laughing, leaving me confused. “Oh, honey. Our elevator has been broken for five years. Take the stairs.” I raised an eyebrow. A school like Elite had such living arrangements? Still, it seemed like she was on the verge of a tantrum if I asked another question. So, I nodded and made my way, taking the stairs to the top floor. The journey was less than pleasant. Shirtless men and women lounged in the hallways, some even kissing and borderline having sex. Beer bottles littered the ground, and tissues with unknown substances clung to the walls.

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.

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.