Classroomoftheelite Novels & Stories

The day we were supposed to submit our college applications, the class representative, Kenneth Graves, used a marketing video to brainwash everyone. “Times have changed, my friends! The best AI models have predicted that, in the next three years, even Ivy League graduates will face a 100% jobless rate! “What’s the real trend right now? It’s Galaxy Technical College! Once you register for this college, you will be hired into top AI companies upon graduation. Your salary will start from a million dollars a year!” In the previous timeline, I had locked the computer system and tried my best to prove that the entire thing was a scam. I had forced these high-performing students to apply to Ivy

Ruby asked curiously, and Moss looked a little uncomfortable but gave her an answer regardless. "The white Syndicate is called The Elite; you are in the middle, and there are four apartments around you. The first one is Wolfe's; he's the strongest Alpha werewolf of their kind. The second apartment belongs to Talon, the last of the eagle shifters. The third one is Storm's, the guy you tricked and escaped from; he's a flame dragon. And the one at the end is Caleb's; he's a demon prince, and those are his dogs lying on your lap. They are all the strongest in one discipline, but I'll leave it to them to tell you about that." "Then there is the green forestry, blue water, black magic, and iridesc

"Poor Nina. I'll subscribe to show my support. I'll support you from now on no matter what you choose to do!" "That girl is evil. For her own selfish reasons, she ruined the future of all her classmates." "Which school is this? Whose daughter is this? Tell me the address, I'll go over right now and make her suffer." Jason lunged at me and questioned me loudly, "It's the SAT! How can you be so cruel?" Although the other students didn't lunge at me, their eyes told me that they wanted to tear me apart. In just a few minutes, 300,000 viewers poured into Nina's stream. Most of them cursed at me and said that I should die. They even cursed at my dad.

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

Without the core encryption key, that system would not last three minutes in a code-combat test. I took a cab to the airport and sat in the waiting area, watching planes lift into the sky beyond the window. My phone stayed quiet. Victor was probably still basking in the joy of thinking he was about to win a billion-dollar contract. He had no time to bother with me. I opened my tablet and logged into the internal livestream of the bidding venue. On the screen, Sophie was standing onstage, speaking smoothly through the PowerPoint. Victor sat in the first row below, gazing at her with admiration.

We'd only just arrived at the administrative building when I ran into Tanya Hall, one of my classmates. The moment she spotted me, her eyes flashed with jealousy and derision. "Hmph! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've got someone backing you up, Calista! Even though Mr. Abbott and Mr. Lane have been fired, we're still going to fight this to the very end!"

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.

Rain returned to Garden Metro like a warning. The skies poured with the kind of relentless weight that made time feel slower, heavier. Elara sat at Damien’s long dining table, flipping through a series of screenshots—screenshots Cassidy never intended anyone to see. Group chats. Secret DMs. Mocking nicknames. Detailed plans on how to isolate classmates. Every line oozed cruelty masked as charm. “You’re telling me she actually made a spreadsheet ranking her classmates by ‘usefulness’?” Elara asked, stunned.

A beefy guy with a gold chain barked, "We're talking to Mr. Carey. Who are you to interrupt?" Jack Carey glanced at me, then at my weathered sedan. A sneer crept onto his face. "Look at this nobody, acting like he owns the place." The others piled on, their voices a chorus of snobbery. "Know your lane, buddy." "Mr. Carey is connected to the CEO of the Mills Group and is worth billions. Be silent in your junker." "Wise up and beat it." Ten years ago, I stepped out of the spotlight for Olivia and Sophie, pouring everything into their happiness.

"What?" "Stop getting lost, go clean up, we have to go down for breakfast." She conveyed and I rolled my eyes. "And don't forget that you're having class by eleven." She added and the urge to cry choked me. The classes were just extra classes organized by some top-ranking students in the school and by top-ranking, I mean both in money, connection, and in the brain. They call themselves elites and if I gain their favor with my hard work, it's a plus in getting the scholarship.