Classroom Of The Elite Volume 9 Novels & Stories

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

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.

They’re standing at the front (well, Kayo is lounging sideways on thin air, nine tails flicking like metronomes, and Rowan is somehow writing equations on the void with a fountain pen that drips starlight). There are only twelve students in the room. Because only twelve people in the entire academy are insane enough to take this class. The rest of us are here for the show. The void-board currently reads, in glowing gold: VOID PHYSICS & TRICKSTER MATH Professors: The Nine-Tailed Chaos Gremlin & The Boy Who Broke Reality With Footnotes Today’s topic: How to make the universe apologize. Kayo claps once. The entire spire flips upside-down.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

The Coffee Mug: A steaming lake of caffeine that emitted a heat signature like a volcano. "Jax, Cole—distraction," Elara signaled. The twins sprinted across the keyboard, their light footsteps triggering keys in a specific sequence. > PLAY: "VOLUME_MAX" A blast of classical music erupted from the room’s hidden speakers. The Father jumped, startled, his attention shifting to the volume controls on his monitor. "Now!" Elara, Kael, and Zane lunged for the ring. It was heavy—a solid circle of titanium and circuitry. Together, they began to roll it toward the desk’s edge.