Classroom X Novels & Stories

Robert had ordered them to keep their eyes on Yasmine and always update her whereabouts without letting her notice. Xavier, however, had started his first class with the six home tutors he had selected. Not only did he not feel tired, but he found the class very interesting. His math tutor was a professor at Krontos University. He was impressed and excited to meet a genius like Xavier.

she asked, her voice filled with genuine worry. She nodded, giving my shoulder a comforting squeeze, “I have heard from Xavier about yesterday, you don’t have to pretend you’re fine. You can share with us.”- She said and I get it she was thinking about the confrontation but who was going to tell her it was nothing to do with it. I just couldn’t leave the image of him grabbing dick out of my mind as if it struck like a fucking carbon copy. “Here you go, we are here talking about Xavier and there he is.”- As Xavier walked into classroom, no one give a damn about their teacher, as if she was invisible.

“And they consist of the kindergarten class for werewolves ranging from the age of 1-10, the middle class, ranging from age 11-16 and lastly the High scholars class, from the ages of 17-20. At the end of every class, you're being issued a certificate.” “That’s amazing, but it wasn't here the last time I came, was it?” “Xavier built it recently, it was part of his project,” Riley answered. I nodded, Xavier's name making my breath hitch. “But I don't really need to attend the school?” Riley continued. “And why's that?” Selene asked, not taking her eyes off her food. “I’m a warrior, I've already gotten all I needed.” She slammed the spoon on the table. “Hey, table manners!” Emelia shot at her.

👥: F**k, they are so hot. Having heard that, Ella and Clyde looked at the door and saw the XESS walking in. "Oh my, why are they here." Ella said. The XESS walked to the class majestically and the students started hovering over them not even minding the teachers. "Xander, sit besides that Crossdresser over there." The teacher said and Clyde eyes widened. "But I have a partner already." clyde voiced out not liking the idea. "Elvis , go to that empty seat and you join him." The teacher said.

Will’s P.O.V. I enter the classroom, a room we’ve frequented once or twice a month for the last six years. Even after all this time, I’m still considering building a replica of this space in our home. It’s special to us. It’s a living memory of our initial days, the place where I first taught her the beauty of obedience. I find her exactly where she belongs. My Professor is standing at the chalkboard and writing, ‘Routine Discipline’ on the board.

The faint scent of lemon cleanser hung in the air like we’d walked into a live-action Scandinavian furniture catalog. Zane strolled behind me, unhurried, while Ash clung to him like an over-caffeinated koala. I could hear their quiet exchange, Zane answering every one of Ash’s endless questions as if he were an expert on why fire trucks had to be red instead of purple or why babies didn’t have teeth but still managed to be terrifying. “We have four core classrooms depending on age,” Lara chirped, her enthusiasm far too caffeinated for this hour. “Ash will join the three-to-four group, our Sunbeam Class. We focus on exploratory and sensory-based learning, so everything here is hands-on.”

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

The coordinator then cleared his throat and looked to the rest of the class. “Hello guys, my name is Damon Hayes, you can call me Mr. Hayes. I'm the new school coordinator and I don't take any shit. If you are trouble, you can say goodbye to this school. If you have any personal problems, talk to your mentor. For class 2c, this will be Ms Melissa here and for class 2d, it will be Mr. Jackson. If you have any problems with the lessons, teachers or the school, you can talk to me. My office is on the top floor, room 1260.” Mr Hayes finished his little speech and I heard an almost old accent in his deep voice. He looked at all the students and when his gaze lingered on me, I felt a buzz of elect