Classroom Of The Elite White Room Novels & Stories

I would never be safe here, because from the start, Uncle Garson had already spread his eyes inside this academy. I quickly carried my bag and suitcase out of the room with hurried breaths. At the very least, I had to get out of this room, even though the Elite Wing certainly didn’t promise safety either. I was just moving from one cage to another, a more luxurious one. I arrived at room 014, located right beside the shared bathroom area for the residents of the Elite Wing. Once inside, the room was far larger than my previous one. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and large windows offered a distant view of the forest. The furniture was more luxurious as well, though to me the luxu

Her father didn’t answer. The buzz was louder now. So loud it shook their bones. Finally— Ding. The doors opened. Red light filled the lift. Not bright. Not dark. Just… alive. They stepped out. And Elara froze. The whole floor was one big room. No walls. No offices. Just machines. Rows and rows of black towers. Wires ran across the ceiling like veins. Screens hung in the air showing numbers that moved like living things. In the middle of the room—

Breaking the glass seemed impossible; it felt reinforced, bulletproof even. “Fuck,” he whispered, breath fogging the glass. He turned and scanned the rest of the room. A sleek modern dresser. A walk-in closet partially open, revealing rows of dark clothing that definitely didn’t belong to him. A luxurious en-suite bathroom visible through an open doornblack marble, rainfall shower, deep soaking tub. Everything screamed money and control. Eli’s gaze landed on the bedroom door. He rushed toward it, bare feet silent on the floor. His hand closed around the ornate handle and pushed down.

Trained well. They walked in comfortable silence for a few more moments before they reached a door. Eugene pushed it open and gestured for him to enter. The room was nothing short of elegant—polished marble floors, a wall of frosted glass that filtered in soft daylight, a sleek black coffee table centered between two cream sofas, and a single, perfectly arranged vase of white orchids. It was his first time stepping into the legendary investment giant and George couldn't help but marvel.

“No, you’re not.” “Also not relevant.” His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Not here. Not now. At the end of the corridor was a circular room with glass walls. Observation room. The kind doctors used to watch without participating. Inside it, a metal desk held old files stacked in gray archive boxes. And beyond the observation room— A second door. Red. Not painted red. Wrapped in red leather padding, like something designed to absorb sound. The red room. Elena stopped walking.

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.

It was an open door. They continued walking outside. He guided Lucas into a populated hallway full of rooms. It was fully lit, warm, and not humid. White walls with usual windows occasionally. "Room 3004 is the Fire Class Room. You can easily get there if you ride an elevator through the 32nd Floor." Lucas' shock became evident as he gasped. 32nd Floor? That was way too huge! There's no way this building is a school if it has the 32nd floor.

I best make the most of it. When we reach a room that has no doors, three of our Beta escorts leave and the one who goes to my school leads us into the room. The room looks like a very expensive Art Exhibit. There are ancient statues on display and weird fancy paintings on the walls. The air is lavender-scented and the windows in here are huge, allowing enough natural light to burst in. The room has a white theme and the floors are covered with white marble tiles. Not too far to the right sits a huge shelf that holds many books. That is where the Lycan is.

The elevator door opens, we all step in and the door shuts after we're all in. Moments of silence. All you could hear was my uncontrolled breathing. Antonio squeezes my hand and I calm down a little. The ride halts and a ding is followed when the door slowly opens. I take a deep breath once I step foot in the office. The atmosphere is cold and dark. The walls are black with rose patterns, I notice a white sofa placed in the far corner of the room. There's a black smooth shelf beside me. With a small lamp and a desk in the middle of the room it's black and the chair is white with diamonds in-between the spaces of the chair, on my right, there's a huge flat screen tv on the wall and a couple o

The furniture was gaudy, overly ornate, and seemed almost absurdly out of place in this den of exploitation. Samuel and Hank followed me inside, their expressions hard and vigilant. The rest of our team stayed outside, stationed at strategic points to ensure no one else came in or out. Mr. White’s office had a large balcony that overlooked what could only be described as a training arena for the women he had captured. Hank, Samuel and I looked down at the three of us silently seething at the site before us. "This is new too?" I asked Mr White over my shoulder, but my eyes remained on the arena.