Elite Of Classroom Novels & Stories

Chapter 5: A Sorry Won’t Heal the Scars AU ELITES, a group that consists of the ten richest and most powerful families in the whole Stoneheart Kingdom. The ten families are the ones sponsoring scholarships to everyone who wanted to study, especially magic, but couldn’t enroll in any school because of financial problems. That is also the reason why never in her life she thought of fighting back or revenging even after everything that the bullies, especially the student council members, did to her. Although she is not capable, at least she never thought of harming them because of her gratefulness. Thinking that way makes her feel like an ingrate.

he salivates. “My rate is too expensive for you, sweetie,” I grind out. “You couldn’t even afford me.” With a twist of my heel, I walk away. It’s lunch period, and many students are gathering in the cafeteria. That’s where the Elites will be. I know if I show up, relatively unfazed, I’ll have one notch up on them. They may think it’s humiliating to walk in front of my peers, but if I do it with enough of a fuck you attitude, perhaps it’ll come off differently.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

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.

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.

Seeing the rich class spending money frivolously had corrupted their thinking too, hence the reason that they were resorting to all kinds of ethical and unethical practices to earn that much amount of money, that could but them what the elites among them were taking. Seeing the elite class destroying the fabric of society by making a dent in the mental growth of the people, Allen directly linked the increased crimes, hate crimes, other insecurity issues, and many other things that he was coming to notice on this elitism. This society had decreased in its knowledge in pursuit of money and hence its IQ had dropped. Or…there was something that came into his mind. Maybe the IQ was made to drop b

“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.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

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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.