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she exclaimed, her voice warm and engaging. The students sprang to their feet, their faces filled with respect and admiration. "Good morning, Ma'am!" they chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the room. Hazel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to speak. "Today, we'll be having a special upgrading class. We'll be welcoming some of our Class One students who have shown exceptional potential, and a select few will be fast-tracked to Class Four, skipping Class Three altogether!" The room buzzed with anticipation as Hazel paused for dramatic effect. Then, with a flourish, she gestured to the door, and five students entered, their faces beaming with pride and nervousness.

I wanted to feel seen. The drive was a blur of nerves and that low, restless throb between my legs that hadn’t really left since last night. Elite Pulse smelled like clean rubber mats, citrus sanitizer, and expensive men’s cologne. I signed in, hands a little sweaty on the tablet. The girl at the desk smiled. “You’re in Jax’s 10 a.m. HIIT. He’s the best. You’ll love it.” I nodded, forced a smile, and walked into the studio. Mats were already laid out. Mostly women my age, all toned and focused. I took a spot in the back row, unrolled my mat, tried to breathe.

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.

After the series of events from the past weeks, everything died down and everyone began settling into their normal lives, i was back tutoring evans with a renewed resolve and unshakable defence or so i thought. I was more than determined not to notice he and his sly moves. Tamine clutched the three-ring binder to her chest like a shield. She had chosen the most unromantic place possible for their first mandatory tutoring session: Classroom 214, a musty, forgotten space on the third floor that smelled vaguely of old chalk and desperation. The room was mostly empty, the low winter sun casting long, judgmental shadows across the chipped linoleum floor.

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

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

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

A man walked in. He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick with messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. Straight at Elara.

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

They will officially join Class 1-1 tomorrow. Class 1-1. The elite class. The shark tank where every student has a Purity rating of 90% or higher. The comment section is already exploding. Most of the replies are from upperclassmen who are clearly slacking off during lectures. I scroll past the gossip and focus on the user levels. The loudest voice in the thread belongs to a Level 5 user. [God of War - Bore]: Which one of the newbies is the Death God? Stop hiding. Come out and fight me to the death!