Novel & Cerita Does Classroom Of The Elite Have Romance

"A battle of wits? Which wit?" Evelin clicked her tongue and said, "You don't even know this? How smart of you!" Layne chuckled meaningfully and said, "So, it turns out you had some intelligence after all!" Evelin: "..." She only realized then that every word Layne said was like setting a trap for her. "Layne! You were so annoying!" Layne smiled and pinched her chubby little face, "Chubby girl!" Evelin: "...got angry!" The teachers and the school were against early romantic relationships, so many student couples engaged in secret underground love affairs.

Elizabeth, who had just finished dinner, was confused. Elizabeth: Are you kidding me? Why did you two have supper without me? Were you planning to directly feed me dog food? Elizabeth: NO! NO! NO! Refused! Charlotte was taken aback and explained, "It's not just me and Leandro, but also Aidan and others. Didn't you say you wanted to have a sweet romance? How can you have a sweet romance if you don't get to know more people of the opposite sex?" Elizabeth: But Aidan and I were not from the same social class, so it was not possible.

“Aiden isn’t a bad boy. He’s just… misunderstood.” “Mm-hm. Still waiting for the steamy part, though,” he teased, wiggling his brows. “Let’s just focus on class, Eli,” I huffed, though I couldn’t hide my smile. “It’s way too early for you to be talking about ‘steamy stuff.’” “Okay, I’ll admit,” Eli said as we left class, looping his arm through mine, “that was actually an interesting lesson.” “That’s because all we talked about were boys,” I teased.

“And right now? That’s Roman. And me. And maybe you if you buy her snacks.” Hale swallowed. “That’s… comforting?” “See?” Jace beamed. “I told you. Perfect couple. Fire meets gasoline. Romance!” Hale frowned. “That sounds like an explosion.” “Exactly.” Before Hale could respond, the office door clicked. Both men whipped around like guilty teenagers. And out stepped Elena and Roman. Together. Too close. Too synced. Too… glowy. Elena’s hair was slightly tousled, her lips faintly swollen, her smile small but impossible to miss.

“Next week. And every week after.” Caleb stole one last kiss, then grabbed his backpack. At the door he paused, looked back with that same half-smile Elias had fallen for months ago. “See you in class, Professor.” The door clicked shut. Elias sank into his chair, heart still hammering, desk smeared with come, the room smelling of sex and satisfaction. He smiled to himself. Office hours would never be the same.

I expect. It feels as though I'm in the wrong room, but it still feels like a room I had always wished to be in. I can't explain the odd feeling I felt as I remained in the class, watching Wes as he openly expressed his love for me. Without waiting any longer for me to say anything back, he pulls me into himself and kisses me without my consent. Everyone starts clapping for us as though we just signed a contract to spend forever together with the kiss.. “Isn't this supposed to be a classroom where students come to learn?” The door flings open, and Knox's voice follows.

“Did you guys fight? I knew it! I knew it! It was too early to date him anyway. What did he do now?” “Huh? Oh… yes. Yes, it’s Sebastian,” I quickly agreed, grabbing onto the lifeline she had thrown me. “We’re still dating though. It’s just… couple quarrels. I’m still a little flustered.” “It is a little early for quarrels, don’t you think?” she said as she pushed open the classroom door. Today, everyone seemed unusually busy. They didn’t even notice when we walked in. The class was huddled into small groups, whispering excitedly.

This time the spark was undeniable. His jaw tightened and his eyes darkened with something hungry. “Any final thoughts before we wrap up Elena?” I licked my lips slowly. “Just that some forbidden romances aren’t in books, Professor. They start with a look across the room. A conversation that gets too honest. And they end with bodies crashing together because neither person can pretend anymore.” Class ended with the shuffle of papers and bags but I stayed seated pulse thundering between my legs. Marcus gathered his notes but his gaze lingered on me again that same intense stare. The air felt thick with everything we hadn’t said out loud. My mind raced with filthy possibilities.

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.

The forbidden part made it hotter. Now she was enrolled in Elias’s advanced seminar on erotic literature and taboo desire. The class readings turned her on almost as much as Marcus did. Elias’s deep voice when he lectured, his commanding presence, it pulled at something deep inside her. She told herself it was just the material. But late at night, she wondered. Marcus pulled her close and kissed her roughly. “Imagine if dear old Dad knew. Professor Perfect would lose his fucking mind. His precious stepdaughter getting railed by his son like a cheap whore.”