Classroom Of The Elite Year 2 Novels & Stories

“I mean, he sleeps with them like it’s a hobby. And it’s annoying really.” “Wow.” “Let’s go to business class,” I said, rising to my feet with a stretch.. She nodded, and we both headed out together. *** In the private hall, Elena bent over and whispered, “Why aren’t all our classmates here?” “This is for the top ten wealthiest students,” I whispered back. Just then, Lucien and Kade walked in. I immediately grabbed my phone and checked my reflection on the screen—lip gloss still intact and my hair still perfect.

“You don’t have to do this alone.” She looked at him. “I know.” Together… They pushed the doors open. The office was frozen in time. Books lined every wall. Awards remained exactly where they had been placed. A leather jacket still hung behind the door. An unfinished cup of coffee rested on the desk. Even the calendar remained open. September. Twenty-six years earlier. Elara slowly walked inside. It didn’t feel abandoned. It felt… Interrupted. As though her father had simply stepped out for a meeting.

If we were going to stop Sinclair, we had to start somewhere. “When’s the meeting?” I asked. “Tomorrow night,” Calla replied. “I’ll be there to handle it. But I need you both ready in case things go south.” Luke and I exchanged a glance. There was no turning back now. --- The following evening, we found ourselves in a dark, upscale club that catered to the elite. The atmosphere was thick with smoke and the quiet murmurs of wealthy men and women playing games of chance with fortunes at stake. Victor Harlan sat at one of the tables, a mountain of chips in front of him, his face half-hidden in the shadows.

Every time she accidentally felt his sharp, ice-grey gaze sweep across the classroom, her heart would skip a violent beat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he carried as an elite man was simply too overwhelming. She felt as though she were sitting on thousands of tiny, sharp needles, and even basic breathing felt like a struggle. Finally… RING! The sharp echo of the school bell resonated throughout the room. The gruelling lecture was finally over. Elara secretly let out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "...Finally," she whispered under her breath. She hurriedly packed her notebook and pen into her bag. Her only thought right now was simple: Run. Leave. Get as far away from t

For a moment, the room was dead silent before a low but frantic buzzing broke out like a disturbed beehive: "Is that the girl with the short hair from the hallway earlier..." "She’s in this class? The Advanced Class?" I stood on the podium, slowly scanning the room from top to bottom to observe the structure and positioning of everyone inside. Without needing to see the list beforehand, just by looking at the factions forming below, I immediately realized that Blackwood's criteria for class placement had changed drastically this year. The school no longer clearly separated the ultra-wealthy from the academic elite. Instead, they had brazenly mixed top-tier business heirs, the filthy rich, an

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

And just as I thought, there aren't that many students in the hallway as of now. I hid a smile as I went to the fourth floor for my class. In this academy, each year level has its own respective classroom. Sort of like in Asian movies where each class is separated by their grade and year level. And each level is divided into 3 sections: A, B, and C. Section A is where most of the smart kids are. The room basically consists of nerds. But there are also kids who aren't that smart but are responsible enough to get a good grade.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

Eleanor said with a forced smile and the two said nothing as they all went into the campus towards their class, once inside they waited for their teacher to come whereas everyone continued to give weird looks to Eleanor. She even heard a few girls in the corridor whispering about her. "What people can do for money! She's 20 and marrying a 35 year old guy just for more money. Pathetic!" After hearing them she became numb, Titus looked mature but she didn't know he's 35. Fifteen years older than her, what was her father even thinking. She knows nothing about Titus! She was deeply drowned in her thoughts when their teacher entered the class and there was pin drop silence. Eleanor was still in h

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said. "Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion. She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'