Classroom Of The Elite رواية Mga Nobela at Kwento

Glenn to get a new desk, a computer, and two monitors. ​I sat down with my legs crossed as I logged in immediately. ​“Let's find out why you're being adored by the Carters.” I bit my fingernail before doing some digging, and then I came across Williams's early life. ​The Elites: a school for the rich. ​Rosetta also attended the same school. I tried to remember, but I couldn't access some of her memories. ​While staring at the pictures of the school, my eyes caught something familiar.

I asked “Apparently the professor teaching this course is super hot, more like a demigod. In fact, I heard some girls boycott their major classes just for this one. Rumours have that some of the guys too want to have their own share of his beauty.” “That's…unbelievable,” I said in surprise but Eliza was no longer listening, we had gotten to the lecture hall successfully. All we had to do was find our way to class 4D, where the class would be held. We found the class without any stress because it was the only hall which had noise coming from it.

“Not there. Under.” The command was so absurd, so degrading, that a hot flush of humiliation burned her cheeks. Under his desk? She stared at the dim, cramped space, a cave of shadows and dust bunnies. Her eyes flicked to the wall of windows lining the classroom, the twilight sky beyond them darkening to indigo. She could see the reflection of the empty rows of seats. “Professor, I…” “Now, Elara.”

“Don’t forget that literature class this afternoon.” I took the mug, the heat warm through the ceramic. “Thanks, Mrs. Elkins.” I sipped the dark, strong coffee. Introduction to Literature was the only class I could afford this summer. It felt small, but it was a start. A real step forward. The morning rush faded. I took a deep breath. The quiet moments were the best part. Peace. It felt solid, like a new piece of furniture in my life. I walked over to the paperback section, running my finger along the spines. My eyes caught two men seated at a corner table. They were talking low, a heavy, rough murmur.

I pulled back instantly, clutching the book to my chest. "Thanks," I muttered. "I’ll pay you back for it." "Don't worry about it," Cain said. He actually looked relieved. He wiped a hand across his face to clear the water from his eyes. He looked infuriatingly beautiful, even when he looked like a drowned rat. "I’ll see you in class, Eli." He turned and walked away into the rain. He didn't even run. He just walked at a normal pace, like he didn't care that he was freezing. I watched him until he disappeared around the corner of the science building.

“Let’s get down, students.” Without waiting for a second more, Elara pulled the door open and alighted from the bus. I released a sigh, pushing the door open as I came down from it. ~~~ “The competition would be in an hour, so students, read or rest,” Mr Angelo announced after taking us to a large classroom in Wolf Vale’s Academy. I looked around, seeing no trace of Elara. “Where’s Elara?” I asked a student. “She asked us to read our notebooks, so that she’ll be coming back right away.”

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."

I looked down at the paper on the desk before speaking. “The Elite's gonna be fine,” Cynthia lifted up her head and blinked in confusion. I stared right back into her eyes, waiting for a protest. If we had to work with a school on this project, it certainly had to be Madison's. “Elite's?!” She blotted out in confusion. “Yeah I nodded and dropped my eyes back down to her boobs, I was getting visibly hard and couldn't wait to be done with this so I could pin her down on my desk.

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.

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