Classroom Of The Elite رواية Novels & Stories

"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.

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

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

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.

“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.

A man walked in. He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick with messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. Straight at Elara.