Classroom Of The Elite رواية Novels & Stories

No one mentioned the gala. No one mentioned the diary. Their careful avoidance said enough. Elara quietly took her usual seat near the window in the classroom as her thoughts drifted to whatever happened in the gala. She didn’t feel herself. Someone who loved coming to school, didn't want to arrive today. Atleast before, the school was a peaceful escape for her, from the home where she wasn't valued. But now, it felt more like a torture as people were seeing her with suspicious eyes. Even her seat, doesn't feel like hers. Everything felt different.

I was surprised when Eloisa hit my side so I glanced. “I think there are no students inside?” I asked while observing the classroom. “Your classmates went early and your section is most early!” she answered. “Really? I feel a little bit shy hehehehe” I said in a childish tone. “It’s up to you!” and she went inside to their room. Honestly speaking, this is the worst room ever here because of unpleasant surroundings and uncomfortable. This room is secluded and has been blocked by other building so no air coming inside.

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.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

Having something to lose. It confused him. Scared him more than any fist or fang ever had. They walked hand in hand through the crowded halls toward his first class of the afternoon: Supernatural History II. Students parted without being asked. Whispers followed like smoke. Phones were already up, recording the queen and her claimed human walking like it was the most natural thing in the world. At the classroom door, Elara stopped. Turned to him. Cupped his face again—gentler this time—and kissed him.

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long m

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

“You think you’re strong because you caught me in bed? Please. You’re still here.” ‎He grabbed the papers and tore them in half. Then into quarters. Then more. I gasped in shock, watching as the tiny pieces fell gently to the floor. Ava watched the drama with a grin on her face. ‎“I don’t want your name,” I whisper. “I don’t want your money. I just want freedom.” my voice broke into a sob. ‎“You won’t get it.” he commanded. "Get out. I have a tight pussy waiting for me."