Classroom Of The Elite رواية Novels & Stories

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.

Somehow, some way, I would find a way to ruin it. And being alone isn't so bad. I wanted to ask about my husband, I wanted to ask how well he knew the man, but I opted for looking out the window and chewing on my bottom lip like I held a grudge against it. No. The silence is better. Thirty minutes later, the magnificent sight of Elysium Elite University came into view. It was one of the most elusive and prestigious universities in New York, a school founded by the most powerful men in the country at the time. Over one hundred years of history and it still ranked first every year as the hardest school to get into.

When I opened the door to Room 1005, I almost thought I had walked into a club. The entire room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of chandeliers—an elegant attempt to heighten the atmosphere. And, of course, people were flirting everywhere. I thought my entrance would go unnoticed, but a figure suddenly stepped in front of me. “Madam,” a low voice said. I looked up. He was tall and muscular, built like a giant. I knew him. He was Vercel's right-hand man and bodyguard.

Luckily, the next day she had no classes, so she grabbed her schedule from the front desk, had breakfast in the cafeteria, and went out for some shopping. Grand Elite Academy was on the outskirts of the main city and was surrounded by small towns. Innessa bought some fake vines, fairy lights, and some double-sided sticky tape. On her way back, she had an iced latte. Stepping inside her room, she removed her shoes, placed them aside, and padded inside barefoot. She checked her banking app once before she got to work.