Elite Dance Academy Novels & Stories

My name is Kyla Adams, and this is my story of how I met my boyfriend through a series of mini-dates that took place in the elevator on the way up to my office. The game was sort of a mix of already existing dating shows. Think "The Bachelor" mixed with "Love is Blind" mixed with speed dating. That's right- the game is called "eleDATE," and it isn't a reality show. It's my real experience that I documented immediately after every "date." Buckle in, and see if you can guess which "bachelor" stole my heart. ********** I stole a glance at the vibrant purple clock sitting on my desk. "4:00," it read.

LAYLAS POV August (Five months later) Layla stared at the grand set of stairs that faced her with her bag strapped around the middle of her body and a hand in her pockets. Her cousin had gone with her to the mall to buy some new clothes before coming here to Elysium. Elysium Academy. She'd been offered a full-ride scholarship to be here because she had gotten her grades up. She was at the top of her graduating high school class and she hoped that she would be able to do so here. After her grandmother passed she threw herself into her coursework.

Half of me expects to see Mjollnir flying through the gymnasium windows, but of course, that would be cliché; it isn’t like this is a Marvel movie. The windows and the doors begin to shake fiercely as Hilda calls upon her forefathers to lend her the strength she needs to defeat me. I can see Miles out of my peripheral pacing back and forth; even the professor looks like she’s not sure what to do in this situation. Being a demigod, Hilda is one of the stronger students in this school, and if she loses control of her powers, it could be devastating. Still, the point of Divine Academy is to teach the students how to prosper and wield their gifts to their fullest potential. Miles and Herja need

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

I toss my bag to the other couch “What party are you going to tonight?” “You mean what party We are going to tonight, you’re in this too” he says standing up from the floor and sits on the couch, laying back. “He wants us at the Elite’s party” Cole explains “The Elites?” Cole nods “Basically the students who say networking when they mean showing off” Tj grins “ Students with very expensive alcohol” “And Elite invite only parties” Cole says eyeing Tj “We wouldn’t even make it pass their parking lot before getting kicked out”

It felt like she was implying there was more to the story—something I didn’t know. "Is there something you’re not telling me? Like the fact that my mate had a twin sister?" I asked, my voice laced with suspicion. "Yes," she said simply, setting her cup down. Her eyes held a mixture of hope and expectation that made me uneasy. "Elysia Celeriac, I want you to attend the Elite Academy." "What?" I stared at her in disbelief. "I’ve already graduated! Why would I—" "Don’t worry about the trivial details. Your task is to protect three future Alphas. Among them is your mate, Hades Wraithborn."

Eli nodded eagerly. “Good. Because that’s how you’ll prove you deserve a place in your father’s foundation, sweetheart,” Selena said, staring straight ahead. “Saint SunRise is the number one elite school in SunCity. Under the foundation your daddy built. It’s a powerful institution—its graduates earn scholarships abroad every year. You must enter that school not out of pity, but because of your own ability.” Eli bit her lower lip. “I’ll try, Mom.” “Good. I know you can.”

She had practically rewritten his academic papers, tutoring him and making him look far smarter than he actually was just so he could secure a competitive edge. It was her brainpower, her sleepless nights, and her hard work that had built his resume from scratch. She had been a truly dumb, blind fool. She had fallen for his sweet words and selflessly helped him, all so he could secure a coveted spot in the most prestigious institution in the country. And what exactly was Velmora Academy? It was the ultimate breeding ground for the elite. Every single person who graduated from its halls went on to secure a high-ranking position in the city, the state, or the government.

The atmosphere around ELITÈ Academy crackled with the scent of expensive cologne and high-octane ambition as a continuous convoy of ultra-luxury vehicles rolled onto the campus grounds. The parking lot quickly transformed into an exotic car showroom, packed with sleek, custom-tailored automobiles as parents dressed in expensive dresses and immaculate outfits began to troop into the main building all ready to secure front-row seats for the annual academy recital. Backstage, however, the dressing room was filled with pressure that had begun to cook ever and had been simmering ever since Eleanor joined the line-up, a move that Brittany had furiously opposed. Brittany had argued aggressively tha