Classroomoftheelite Novelas e Histórias

The moment Cathy stepped through the gates of Elite Academy, she noticed something was different. Students were gathered in small groups around the courtyard, talking more loudly than usual. Cathy kept walking. She had spent most of the night worrying about her father. The doctor's words kept returning to her: A transplant. Another bill. Another amount of money she didn't have. The last thing she wanted was to become the center of another school discussion. When she entered the main building, the whispers continued around her, but she ignored them, reaching her classroom and heading straight for her seat.

For three whole years, everyone at school knows me as a hopeless student who can barely pass a test. After the SATs, I am sitting at my cousin's college acceptance celebration, quietly eating my meal. My aunt, Karen Reed, suddenly snatches the plate from my hands. "Your scores are pathetic, and you still have the nerve to sit here and eat?" My cousin, Wilbert Yard, swirls his drink and sneers. "Jason, you won't get anywhere in life with a brain like yours. You can be my driver someday. I'll pay you 800 dollars a month." My uncle, George Yard, points a finger in my face. He looks at me in disgust and says, "Your parents have been working out of town for three years, and you still can't

I returned to the small Mississippi town I had left years ago for my high school's centennial celebration. My childhood friend, Emma Brooks, had stayed behind and found a job there. When she saw me arrive in a Rolls-Royce Cullinan, her eyes lit up. She immediately asked to borrow the SUV for her wedding. Back in high school, I used to pay for all her meals. But this time, I refused. She scoffed, "Seriously? You won't even lend me a lousy car? Or did you just rent it to show off?" I told her the truth: it belonged to my company, and I couldn't lend it out without permission. She rolled her eyes and stormed off. By the time I got back to my hotel, the alumni group chat was blowing up. Emma had

Then, he turned to address the class. "Let me make this clear again for you, everyone. The existence of this dual-enrollment program for gifted students is necessary for the selection and cultivation of the future pillars of the nation, and Mr. Shawn Larson is the face of the university. "Consider it an honor for you ordinary students to make some sacrifices and cooperate with his requests in the face of a genius like him. "Anyone else who interrupts his quiz again because of such trivial matters will be punished next time!" The whole class was stunned.

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.

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.

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I love puzzles especially when it came in the form of measly humans. I checked my watch for the third time. "Oh bored already?!" She giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not that high maintenance." I said nothing, my phone buzzed. Thank God. It was Levi, one of the few people I tolerated. A single message with a video file attached. "Watch this now!" His text screamed like a matter of urgency. My brows creased in question. I tapped it open, already half done with this date. The moment the video loaded, I stopped breathing.

Some students still give her judgmental looks, but we’ve long learned to ignore them. Instead, my eyes scan the crowd. Searching. He’s nowhere to be found. The gym is massive, the high ceiling towering over a sea of chairs, all waiting to be filled. At the front, a large stage stands tall, teachers taking their places. The air crackles with anticipation. Students settle in, voices blending into a collective hum. Adam finds Charlotte and pulls her to a seat, Lina is already off charming some guy she dated last week, and— “It’s done,” Ryker murmurs behind me.

My brows furrowed. “I mean,” he continued, “look at it, Arden. Elite is the most prestigious academy in the country. Maybe even the continent. The facilities are state-of-the-art. The curriculum is intense, innovative, and powerful. It trains warriors, strategists, healers, scholars, and diplomats all under one roof. It produces the best of the best. We all came here because of that. Because everyone says this is the place where greatness is born.” He shook his head.