Classroom Of The Elite Volume 8 Novels & Stories

Because aside from using Ruby against me, he'd finally realized I had nothing left to lose. He paused, then scooped up Theo—who had been watching nervously from the side—and held him up. "Look at how well-behaved Valerie's son is. And you're teaching Ruby to pull stunts like this?" Theo, safe in Dan's arms, wrinkled his nose at me with smug satisfaction. Valerie leaned into Dan's side, her lips curving into the faintest smile—a victor's smile. I looked at the three of them, playing house, so full of life.

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

The elevator didn’t ding. It exhaled. Elena watched her reflection in the black glass. Black suit. Hair pulled back. No makeup. Mercer stood two steps behind her. “Nine,” he said. Elena didn’t answer. The doors opened. Silence. Then air. Cold. Clean. 88th floor. Voss Tower. Not an office. A home. Or what a man like Adrian Voss called one. Floor to ceiling glass. The city 88 floors down looked like a circuit board. One long table. Black wood. One chair.

We got to the elevator, got in, I pressed the button in the living room, the doors closed. -Is there anything you need to update me on regarding school? -I wanted to know. -Hmmm, you just have to know that there's a girl who thinks she's a big deal," I muttered. And what's even better is that the "máfia" boys are in the school, also seniors, only they are in a different classroom. That's just too bad.

Replied Nox he stood up from his chair and walked to the front of the class. After Mr. Kyle had chosen the class leader, he chose the vice-president of the class. Mr. Kyle thinks that being vice-president of the class is the second rank of the entrance exam. Then, he saw the list on the paper he was carrying. "Ah, it's bad! I'm the one who got hit again!" murmured Evelina. Rissa hears Evelina's words and says that she believes she will be fine and that Evelina has been used to arranging her friends since she was from elementary school. Evelina took a deep breath. "All right," Evelina said with a smile.

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

And still, the girls spoke to me. "Eleanor Vale. I'm taking you to the Crimson Cellar after class. Private room. Music. Fresh blood. You coming or not..." A lazy voice came from the classroom door, and the room quieted almost at once. Cassian Voss stood outside with one hand in his pocket.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.