Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite: Year 2 Volume 10

At that moment, I felt it clearly. Leonard was even bigger than my husband. If I had not held back with all my strength, I would have cried out in fear. I felt him trying to go further. I knew I could not let this continue. I quickly grabbed Leonard's wandering hand and said in a low, rough whisper, "Please stop, sir. I'm Quinn Clarke. I'm your daughter's teacher. We've met before." When he heard that, he froze. He probably never imagined that the woman he was freely taking advantage of was actually his daughter's homeroom teacher.

For a moment she simply stared. Confused. Disoriented. Impossible. The smell of smoke was gone.The pain had vanished. Instead she smelled books and chalk. "What..." The teacher glared at her. "Sleeping in class again?" The classroom burst into laughter. Elena looked around wildly. Young faces. School uniforms. Bright windows. A blackboard. Her breathing became uneven. Then she saw her hands. Small.Smooth.Young. Sixteen-year-old hands. "No..." A student whispered nearby. "Is she okay?"

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

"Oh, thank you! But… where are we going?" "To the sacred Monday meeting. Everyone will be there, so you can meet them. I'll explain who's who." "Thank you! That will be great!" We enter a huge, very bright room, with the morning sun coming through the windows and walls all made of glass. "I'm Madison Young," she extends her hand, which I shake, thankful for the welcome, and we settle at the back of the room, facing a monstrously large table. "Pleasure, Madison!" "Look! Kon… I mean… Mr. Laios has just arrived!" I notice a certain excitement in the way the girl refers to the boss?

"The heck he needs it. He's always been a freak. I sat next to him for three years, and he'd nap in class every day, scribble on tests, and somehow end up as the top student in the entire grade." "Really?" "What are you guys discussing? Sounds intriguing. Mind if I join the conversation?" Jadie entered the classroom, holding a book. The once lively atmosphere took an abrupt downturn. Madelyn replied, "We were just talking about our assignments. What brings you here early?" Jadie settled into a seat beside Madelyn and clarified, "They're using our classroom for a movie scene. I picked up your backpack. Please check if anything's missing." Madelyn accepted it gratefully and said, "Thanks, Jadi

I can tell something's up. Eli takes another sip of coffee, using the moment to gather his thoughts and control his expression Eli: sighs softly, deciding to deflect the conversation Listen, I'll tell you if anything... significant happens, okay? gives Nathan a meaningful look For now, let's just focus on getting to class on time, yeah? Nathan nods, grabbing his backpack from the kitchen chair Sounds like a plan, roomie. Let's jet, don't wanna be late for Professor Hartley's lecture. That man loves punctuality more than my grandma loves her knitting circle. chuckles as he slings his bag over his shoulder

I asked for notes and she let me know the devastating news. “What? You mean there's no way to get notes?” I asked. She shook her head, “Sadly. Elites resume first, then people who paid to get in and then scholarship students.” She sighed. “I don't even have all the notes. I missed two weeks worth of class, and you missed…” “One month.” I completed with a scoff of disbelief. This was ridiculous. “What about the teachers? Can't we get notes from them?” She laughed bittterly. “Oh please, the teachers are puppets. They only care about the elites anyway. Only few of them are different. One might get lucky enough to meet them.” She explained.

We ride to school together, six idiots against whatever the crown decides to throw at us next. Behind us, in every reflective surface we pass, the Forty-Eighth watches. Junior year just started. And she’s already taking notes. Welcome to Book 2. Try to keep up. The Eleventh Piece Same day, August 16, 2027 – 3rd period The black-glass shard is burning a hole in my pocket like it’s alive. Third period is supposed to be American History with Mr. Vale (yes, the same Elder Rowan Vale who’s been “substituting” since sophomore year and still hasn’t aged a day).

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.