Classroom Of The Elite: Year 2 Volume 10 Novels & Stories

“Can I take the elevator?” She burst out laughing, leaving me confused. “Oh, honey. Our elevator has been broken for five years. Take the stairs.” I raised an eyebrow. A school like Elite had such living arrangements? Still, it seemed like she was on the verge of a tantrum if I asked another question. So, I nodded and made my way, taking the stairs to the top floor. The journey was less than pleasant. Shirtless men and women lounged in the hallways, some even kissing and borderline having sex. Beer bottles littered the ground, and tissues with unknown substances clung to the walls.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

No way. “Yes!” Brent shouts. “You’ll have to get coffee for everyone, Nora!” “One week,” I say sharply, turning to face Jace. “Three weeks,” Jace counters, his voice calm but his eyes cold. We stare each other down. I narrow my eyes at him. Jace turns to the class, a charming smirk playing across his face—the one nobody can resist. “What do you guys think? Two weeks enough?” “No! A month!” Brent shouts with excitement. I turn to Brent, but Adam jumps up beside him with glee. "The rest of the year!"

“The crown prince is the Set leader for Year 5, Prince Tristan is for Year 4, and Theo, whom you haven’t met, is the Set leader for Year 3. You’ll meet them soon.” Unfortunately, I’d already done that. If Theo is anything like Brynne, then I don’t want to meet him. We slow down in front of Class 1, and she releases a deep breath. “Here’s my stop. Have a good day.” “Thank you, Helga. And you too.” Stepping into the class, I brace for the worst, but I’m greeted with silence. Maps hang on the walls. Old, faded charts of territories and borders, with framed portraits of past rulers, stare down from high above the blackboard.

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.'

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.

I returned to the small Mississippi town I had left years ago for my high school's centennial celebration. My childhood friend, Emma Brooks, had stayed behind and found a job there. When she saw me arrive in a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, her eyes lit up. She immediately asked to borrow the SUV for her wedding. Back in high school, I used to pay for all her meals. But this time, I refused. She scoffed, "Seriously? You won't even lend me a lousy car? Or did you just rent it to show off?" I told her the truth: it belonged to my company, and I couldn't lend it out without permission. She rolled her eyes and stormed off. By the time I got back to my hotel, the alumni group chat was blowing up. Emma had

Iris: He got us. We closed the door behind us and left them for the classroom. Once again we stood there but now it's different. I could feel the pressure from the other side of the door. Drake opened the door and sure enough there was pressure. This time a whole bunch of fireballs in different colors looking awesomely fatal were waiting to be shot all aiming at us. We stood there by the door and facing off to all the current members of the Elite Tier class. (Except for the two we left behind and the worn-out Franz suffering from Depression.) They were all smiling and giggling and shouted in a loud voice.

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

Naomi arched her brow nonchalantly to see Sherry and her boyfriend, Johnson Kane, leading a group of so-called elites from Class A. They deliberately blocked the entry and refused to let her in. "Naomi, I have a piece of advice for you. You should just hurry up and return to Class F! Don't stay here and wait till you're cast away!" "That’s right! You should just leave!" "Our class doesn’t welcome you!" As soon as Sherry was done speaking, her boyfriend Johnson immediately incited the rest of the students from Class A into opposing her. Clarissa stayed out of trouble by staying in the classroom. She propped her chin on her hand as she leisurely watched her classmates attacking Naomi. Finally,