Classroom Of The Elite رواية Novels & Stories

He held a leather folio containing his metrics. Ms. Alvarez, a warm woman in her forties with kind eyes, greeted us. "Mr. Vance, Ms. Richards, come in!" The classroom was a cheerful chaos of low tables, construction paper, and the faint smell of clay and graham crackers. Luther’s eyes swept the room, instantly cataloging exits, potential safety hazards (a slightly wobbly bookshelf), and educational resources. He sat in a small chair at Keila’s table, his knees nearly at his chest, his posture rigid.

FLASHBACK: Rafael, was peeking in the classroom where the only daughter of their Enemy was studying inside with her teacher and classmates. He just waits until the bell was rang and immediately approach her when she getting out from her classroom. "Hi Vlady, can we talk," he started and the eyebrows of the girl was lifting up while starring at his eyes, then naughtily crosses her arms on her chest and cleared her throat. Damn, it this child was very naughty and act like an old lady, and her moves and facial expression was very professional that seemingly reading his mind.

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

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 +.”

Chloe immediately walked to her classroom. She would rather not allow Elijah any time to question her about Leonidas and their long-past relationship. She felt his intense gaze on her as soon as she crossed the room. Even with the students being rowdy and running around, the atmosphere inside the classroom felt more welcoming than the world outside.