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They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

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.

26. It was on the second floor on extreme corner of the left wing of the building of the college. It took me minutes to find it. It was the only class without room number board on it. I saw few girls giggling outside the class. One of them was standing by the door of the class so I rushed over to her and ask " is this Lr.26?" She was a plum girl with fair skin and long brown wavy hairs tied into a low pony tail. By her appearance she looked kind.

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

he says, and then he is gone, folding into the current of students flowing towards the eastern corridor. Maren hooks her arm through mine without asking, steering us towards the opposite doors. The hall’s warmth gives way to cooler air as we step into the stone passageways, the scent of old books and polished floors replacing bread and honey. Our footsteps echo softly as we fall into step with the crowd heading towards the lower classrooms. “What class is he off to?” she asks, more out of idle curiosity than anything else. “Advanced tactics,” I say. “Lucky him.” She groans dramatically. “Meanwhile, we get theoretical application and twelve different ways to be told we are doing everything wr

I muttered some words of prayer to the Moon goddess to save me as she's always done, just as she's saved me from the mass destruction of my Pack years ago, leaving me as the only survivor. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, Mr Clark's cologne filled the office and I walked towards the table. “I received your email sir.” I told him and was surprised at how professional I sounded instead of a helpless shaky voice in trouble. “Yes Miss Smith, please have a seat” He tells me jovialy and I relaxed a bit before sitting down. His office was something made out of rich cedar and splash of silver. That's the thing about Elite Celestial Royal Academy, the school wasn't just beautiful, it wa

My hips swayed in motion, my body pressed against the rose, my legs spread wide apart like an athlete. A soft murmuring spread across the room, I was in an earpiece on the left side so I couldn't pick the words easily but still I focused my undivided attention on my craft pouring my all into it. The Elite club 0.2 isn't just the regular clubs with VIP in attendance and a few men who just started touching funds. The club is meant for the old money kind of CEOs, the ones born and bred in wealth and affluence, the men who never had to chase anything all their life because all they needed to do was snap a finger and all they wanted would be set on a table before them.

“Who the hell are you?” ‎“Andrei Orlov.” ‎That name hit me like a slap. ‎Everyone knew that name. The quiet tech genius. The dangerous type. There were whispers about arms deals, international connections, frozen assets in his wake but none has been proven. What I didn't understand was how he became a client in my foundation. Did he lie? Or was he part of Alex clients he laundered money for? My head was banging with questions. The man was untouchable. And he was standing in front of me like I was a business deal.

No matter how much Gary appreciated Elliot's ability, Elliot was still an outsider, and he could not be trusted like one could trust one's own son. "By the way, have you found the hacker who hacked your phone?" Gary asked. "Not yet... That hacker sure is something. I've found a couple of skilled experts but none of them have managed to crack it." Christopher was worried but remained composed as he did not want his father to think of him a coward. "Don't worry, Father. I will avoid going out for the next few days. Nothing will happen to me." "I'm not worried about you," Gary paused for a few moments before continuing, "I remember that Hayden Tate is a genius. I heard an elite college made an