Romans & histoires Classroom Of The Elite Volume 8

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

Geez, why is he bent on making this difficult" Morgan muttered... ............................................................................. EAST HIGH SCHOOL Junior High Building Junior Year Three Class Michelle (Elle) and Isabel as been looking gloomy since both of them arrived at school in the morning... Kelvin, Warren, and most especially, Theo as been trying to pinpoint what happened that can make both of them quiet in the class..... Even the class noticed their quietness because the class is somehow bored. After all, since Elle was back, the class has become more interesting..... "Do you know what is wrong with Elle and Isabel?" Kelvin asked Theo "No, I don't know" Theo shrugged

When I opened the door to Room 1005, I almost thought I had walked into a club. The entire room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of chandeliers—an elegant attempt to heighten the atmosphere. And, of course, people were flirting everywhere. I thought my entrance would go unnoticed, but a figure suddenly stepped in front of me. “Madam,” a low voice said. I looked up. He was tall and muscular, built like a giant. I knew him. He was Vercel's right-hand man and bodyguard.

They's practically drooling. Oh my god. I hate him so much. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I quickly retreat to my seat, fuming. "Your journey must be a short one, then," I mutter, sinking into my chair, already regretting coming to class. Jace slams his laptop on the desk with an exaggerated sigh. "I need coffee for this. Be right back," he announces, walking out and leaving the door open. The class erupts into chatter.

Pawell sigh in frustration because he cannot retort to us. "Like you have any other choice" I sarcastically said to him, and we all laugh. We know that Pawell was refusing to make us beg at him but in the end, he was still doing it. "Okay, it was settle then, we have to crash at the mall after class" Jane said and we all nod and arrange our chairs, the class was about to start. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~PAWELL POV~

I looked down at the paper on the desk before speaking. “The Elite's gonna be fine,” Cynthia lifted up her head and blinked in confusion. I stared right back into her eyes, waiting for a protest. If we had to work with a school on this project, it certainly had to be Madison's. “Elite's?!” She blotted out in confusion. “Yeah I nodded and dropped my eyes back down to her boobs, I was getting visibly hard and couldn't wait to be done with this so I could pin her down on my desk.

It gives them the idea to try some shit earlier than they should. We reach our destination and go to our assigned class. The door to the classroom is wide open so Cassey just walks in but I am frozen and all I can think about is turning around and running away because my worst nightmare has come true. Occupying the seats at the back are none other than the elites and as if the world is working extra hard against me today, Suzie and one of her clowns, Veronica, are also in this class. Scanning the room, the only allies I have are Cassey and Trevor who is currently chatting up the girl seated next to him. The bell rings which startles me out of my stupor but by then Cassey is already seated an

"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."

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes. But what did that have to do with me anymore? I raised my wrist, showing him the faint scar with a blank expression. “Henry, don’t forget that we broke our mate bond. You bought the potion yourself.” Henry’s kneeling body froze like it had been struck by lightning. I didn’t want to say another word to him. Turning to Andrew, I said, “Let’s go. Professor Nana’s waiting for us.” Andrew nodded, and with his signal, my classmates slowly stood down from their protective formation.