Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 9

"What?" "Stop getting lost, go clean up, we have to go down for breakfast." She conveyed and I rolled my eyes. "And don't forget that you're having class by eleven." She added and the urge to cry choked me. The classes were just extra classes organized by some top-ranking students in the school and by top-ranking, I mean both in money, connection, and in the brain. They call themselves elites and if I gain their favor with my hard work, it's a plus in getting the scholarship.

I noticed Elena’s shoulders stiffen slightly. She forced a small smile, but I could tell she felt nervous under his gaze. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, the classroom door opened again as Instructor Day walked back inside. “I am back, students,” he said calmly. The class quickly became quiet. His eyes scanned the room before stopping on me. “Pendragon Eli, come take this.” I stood up and walked toward him. He handed me a laptop and several textbooks. The laptop was slim and modern, much better than anything I had ever used before.

“Professor Vale.” I inclined my head. “Miss Adeniran.” “Eli, you ready?” she asked, eyes flicking between us. He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just finished.” Maya grinned, then looked at me again. “See you in class, Professor.” “Of course.” Eli gathered his bag. They left together, voices echoing down the hall. Silence settled back in. I leaned back in my chair, eyes on the neatly folded jacket. Still warm from him. Pathetic.

Jefferson. "Let's have a contest. We'll both do this test at the same time. If I win, you will resign. I'll be the one taking over the podium, and you can go home and retire. "But if I lose, I'll do whatever you want. Get on my knees and beg and grovel for forgiveness, or spend the rest of my time in detention, or drop out and get lost from your sight—your pick. Wanna bet?" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing.

Outside, there was only a tall and hulking man, whose skin was tinged with the tipped-over neon light flooding right on him, making him look as if he were a bodybuilder. This club was different from the others; it was for the elite and the high class. All eyes were on Inez as they exited the car, and she knew why. She introduced the information in a more captivating and stimulating way , which encouraged everyone to expect further development. For Cassandra, all she really wanted to do was chill with the girls and have a good time, but light flirting never hurt anyone. They walked to the door, their heels clicking on the asphalt.

The woman bowed a full ninety degrees the moment she stepped into the classroom. Ray was, of course, this "Mr. Caldridge." The classroom held only the two of them now; every other student had already gone home for the day. In fact, at least half the class had bolted before the final bell even rang. What could you expect from a room full of problem students, obedient to school rules? Ray sized up this ripe, full-figured woman. Thanks to how deep her bow was, he caught a glimpse of heaving waves and a fathomless valley beneath her collar. He hesitated for a beat. "And you are?"

They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.

There was a big exit door at the end of the long hallway, and if the map of the school and dorm rooms they gave me was correct, then it should have led to another hallway that contained an entrance to the main school. I finally clicked the door open. Room 909 was boldly written on the wall above the door. It contained two beds and a big space dividing them, big enough for everyone to maintain their distance and privacy. Maybe college isn’t as bad as I thought. Goosebumps filled my skin, and that feeling of being watched was there again. I rushed back to the door and closed it. “He can’t follow you here, Elsa, you’re safe here.”

Amid the scattered papers and crumpled textbooks, the stark inscription on the school badge shone clearly into her mind, a final, damning piece of evidence: Ninth Grade, Class Five, Skylar Vance. The master assassin, whose mind had once handled lethal complexity and unimaginable pressure, was utterly, brutally blindsided by this temporal catastrophe. “Hey, Skylar Vance! Who gave you permission to stand? Get down on your knees, now!” A high-pitched, childish voice, dripping with pure, unearned entitlement, ripped through the silence of her shock.

He hid behind the door and listen “Vivian, her name is Vivian“ “Alex Mace I hope you have a good explanation for not being in class “ “Principal Albert, I am…………well….I was………“ “Get to class Alex, now“ “Yes Sir“ I have found you Vivian, you are closer to me now, and I will know who you are, what you are, why you were in the cellar struck and will get my thanks. For days his eyes followed her everywhere, He recorded her every moves in his mind and will day dream about her occasionally, He was fascinated by her and wanted to be near but did not want to scare her just yet. He had changed a lot and he does not think he was ready to push himself into her life. Alex heard his name being called far