Classroom Of The Elite رواية Novels & Stories

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.

"Hello everyone, I'm Mr Howard. I will be teaching you guys for the second half of the semester of this course." The large classroom was filled with more than 200 people. This was a law school public class. The people who came to class were all industry elites. Every time, students had to compete to grab a spot in the class. Among them, there was the well-dressed and elegant Mr Howard. Mr Howard always wore a suit and leather shoes, exuding an elite demeanor. Without saying a word, he stands there like a person of remarkable talent.

Seraphine followed, her stomach knotted tight. …. The classroom smelled faintly of chalk and candlewax. Rows of desks arched in a semi-circle toward the front, where tall arched windows let in slants of pale sunlight. Students filed in, voices low but buzzing. The whispers followed her here too. Some eyes lingered longer than others. She swallowed and slid into her usual seat, close enough to hear Maren and Elira murmuring to each other as they settled nearby. The door shut with a thud. Professor Caelum strode to the center, dark robes sweeping across the floor, his presence instantly quieting the room. His voice carried easily, resonant and commanding.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

Reyne paused at the door and looked at the class. It was sophisticated and cool. Just like how you would see a classroom described in a novel. It had nice peach painted walls, light brown desks with benches for two to sit. There were charts stuck on the walls and notices on the notice board at the wall facing the green board. She was admiring her first class with a cheerful expression not long before she heard someone chirp her name, "Reyne?" near her ear. "Yes," She looked over her shoulder only to find the girl she had saved during her visit to school when she had come here for her admission.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.