Does Classroom Of The Elite Have Romance Novels & Stories

"I won't cry." Maeve looked at him. "Are you sure?" "..." Everyone laughed again. Even the professor, who had just entered the room, smiled and shook his head. "Alright." "That's enough romance." "We still have class." "And congratulations to our newest couple." The classroom erupted into even louder cheers. Maeve was so embarrassed she wished she could disappear. Meanwhile... At the far end of the classroom... Vanessa sat quietly. Her grip on her pen tightened. So tightly...

Eli feels his cheeks flush at Nathan's observation, quickening his pace slightly as they head out to the street, his heart fluttering at the memory of his passionate encounter with Damon Eli: Laughs nervously Wow, that's quite the leap, Nathan. You've got quite the active imagination. Eli feels his phone vibrate in his pocket as they walk to class. He slides it out, glancing at the screen and seeing Damon's name flash across it. His heart skips a beat as he reads the message, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: Damon: Morning, beautiful. Still dreaming of you... Can't wait to see you again. Coffee later? I can stop by campus on your lunch break

The way he touched me. I’m already getting overheated. This is not going to help me survive sex class. We round the corner—and I come to a halt. There’s a crowd gathered in front of the classroom door. Not just the girls from my class, but their doms too. All of them. The air thickens with tension, the scent of cologne, and the sharp edge of authority. Aiden leans casually against the doorframe beside Daniel. His eyes find mine instantly—like magnets—and lock there.

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.

Through half of our classes, he doesn't even look at me once which should hurt his neck cause I'm at his side but he's not even looked anywhere else asides from his front view and down view. With each class that ends, and the small breaks in between, everyone is talking about Caramel, Kai and I. This is the most cliche thing I've seen in Aeria high since a teacher dated a student! And that itself has never happened! Do you think they'd fight? The nerd and the cute boy? Besides, why her?

… Paige’s mind was elsewhere during class. She was thinking about Chris’, Shelly’s, Pierre’s, and Luna’s relationship. Luna liked Pierre, who liked Shelly, who liked Chris. However, Chris was married to Paige. He was also Luna’s brother. It was the most peculiar love pentagon. These messy relationships would make a good book. The class was over before Paige could snap out of her thoughts. It was past eleven o’clock. Paige was on her way to the school cafeteria for lunch with Annabelle.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

I have no idea what just happened because that was really confusing. Girls immediately walk up to either Zeke, Isaac, Ashton, or Wyatt. And then Brenda and Reese start making out in the back of the room. Wait a second, who put them in here too? OMG this class just got ten times worse. I catch Elena shooting daggers at the girls flirting with Zeke. And almost, almost, call her out on it.

Chapter 19 – First Time (Dante POV) I told myself it would be simple. Just sex. Just bodies. Just scratching an itch that had been driving us both insane for weeks. But the second the door clicked shut behind me—late, after a brutal film session with the coaches—nothing felt simple anymore. Eli was on his bed, cross-legged, laptop balanced on his thighs, fairy lights glowing soft gold around him. He looked up when I came in, and the way his eyes tracked me—slow, heated—hit me harder than any linebacker ever had.

Nor should he be surprised when Velia leaned in to brush Lucas's lips with a brief kiss. He should not be surprised. However, reality was quite the opposite. Lucas blinked. Velia's eyes slowly opened right in front of him. “I will always remember.” Lucas took at least five seconds to regain his composure. He exhaled and forced a smirk to appear on his face. “There's one room I haven't shown you yet.” It was the bedroom that marked the end of Velia and Lucas's journey. A room with an elegant and classy ambiance. “This is our bedroom.”