Classroom Of The Elite White Room Novels & Stories

The architectural structure of EliteCorp was nothing short of divine. From the outside, it was shaped like a giant seashell standing with its butt in the air. Elena wondered what engineer was behind this queer design. Inside, the walls were pure white and looked as if they were coated with bioluminescence paint because they reflected the white lights so brilliantly Elena hankered to touch them. But she must not. She must be on her best behavior and impress Mr. Liam. She must not 'mess' things up.

She laughed incredulously. “You’re ridiculous.” ****** The elevator ride felt strangely suspenseful. Clara leaned back against the polished wall, arms folded, studying Evan. “How big is this room exactly?” He lifted his shoulders. “Decent size.” “That answer worries me.” The elevator chimed softly as the doors opened on the top floor. A quiet hallway stretched ahead of them, lined with elegant carpets and soft golden lighting. Clara’s footsteps slowed slightly. “Why do I feel like I’m about to see something insane?”

The memory of it never failed to make her shudder. They stopped in the entertainment area, rows of elite hotels, and theater buildings. It was crowded there. Dave helped her out and slipped his hand around her waist as they made their way to the lobby. Then a man in a white uniform led them to a private elevator after exchanging a few words with Dave. The room that greeted them next was a spacious area with a vaulted white ceiling and marble floors that reflected the light from crystal chandeliers and candles. Whenever people moved, their reflection swayed on the floor, giving the illusion that they were moving on the surface of a calm lake.

His eyes and mind were lost studying the thick red substance inside it, so he turned and nudged it in front of him, then walked right out. The double doors swung open and shut again behind him, leaving me alone. Right then and there, the room felt so massive. White walls, white ceilings, and even the floors were light grey, almost white-looking surfaces. The only color inside the room was this horrible chair and me. Even the little countertop was made of a solid white piece; it didn't even have legs holding it up. Just one white squared box of some sort nailed on the wall holding it up.

In his world. Not as someone broken. But as someone who belonged. “You’re all lucky,” Diana said as the elevator doors opened. “He’s available.” My heart skipped. Mr. Watson welcomed us on the top floor. “This way,” he said. The door opened. And we stepped inside. The room was vast. Minimal. Every detail precise. Glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling, revealing the city beyond. Dark wood. Clean lines. Nothing unnecessary. Everything controlled. Just like the man seated behind the large desk. The company name stood behind him.

Jake added with a grin. The boys took off as Ellie walked toward her room. A whiteboard was mounted on the wall next to the door with her name written in black marker Elizabeth Carter. She opened the door and looked around. The bed was made with a white down comforter, white sheets, and two bleached pillows. Next to the bed was a small table and a small lamp. A settee sat next to double doors opening to the closet. On the other side of the room was a window surrounded by built-in shelves, a desk built into the wall underneath the window with a chair sitting in front of the desk.

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”

Dennis suddenly stopped at a certain room. "This is my classroom." he enunciated. Bella's eyes instantly read the placard on the door. The room is section 3-B. "You're in 3-B? You belong to the second smartest class, huh?" she said, while feeling a bit impressed. There are still a lot of things that she don't know about Dennis. There were 14 desks and seats inside. The room was spacious enough and it looks clean and neat. Bella noticed that Dennis was already seated at the desk at the corner part of the classroom, just beside the window.

You have to go alone, no couples allowed and the lights are off you can’t see shit once you’re inside, you are blindfolded and from then on you can end up in a fucking gang bang, or be fucked just by one person, the sky is the fucking limit. The white room is dedicated to couples, only one couple at a time, and they have all the privacy they desire. There’s a curtain and they can close it if they want, but if they want some people watching, they just leave it open and the green light above the window will flash while people are inside.