Elite Of Classroom Novels & Stories

Cole always thought the body would give in before the mind. He was wrong. Especially about Eli. I stayed in the kitchen long after Cole’s door clicked shut upstairs. I knew how I was going to do it because Eli wasn't the kind of guy you could just hover over until he snapped. He was a scholarship kid at a school for the elite, so he was used to being the underdog and used to people trying to intimidate him.

Somehow, some way, I would find a way to ruin it. And being alone isn't so bad. I wanted to ask about my husband, I wanted to ask how well he knew the man, but I opted for looking out the window and chewing on my bottom lip like I held a grudge against it. No. The silence is better. Thirty minutes later, the magnificent sight of Elysium Elite University came into view. It was one of the most elusive and prestigious universities in New York, a school founded by the most powerful men in the country at the time. Over one hundred years of history and it still ranked first every year as the hardest school to get into.

asked curiously. "August is having high marks with her weapon manipulation and combat skills. The council thinks she is really to join our mission." Cayden replied that I almost let go of the spoon but it didn't go through. It's a waste of food, so instead of dropping it, I just took a bite. I couldn't speak. I took one bite after another because I was suddenly nervous. Because they are talking about mission and I am still with them. What I know is that the mission that the Elites do is not easy. Since Elites are the top students around the Knight Circle, their mission level is also different. It would be good if it was a gang fight. I know it's not. I just thought that I was nervous so I su

Emma’s POV There were two types of students at Westbridge University—the elite and the desperate. The elite, like me, walked these halls as if we owned them because, in many ways, we did. We were the sons and daughters of CEOs, politicians, and old-money aristocrats. Our names carried weight. Our futures were guaranteed. Then there were the desperate—the ones clawing their way up from nothing, grasping at scholarships, hoping to breathe the same air as us. They studied late into the night, fought for every grade, and believed that intelligence alone could level the playing field.

It all started back in kindergarten. Magnus Clementine Elite Academy—it was a school where all the rich and privileged children gather. Sons and daughters of wealthy businessmen, influential families, politicians, corporate leaders, and the like, flock in the Academy to be nurtured and raised to be the leaders of the next generation. From kindergarten up until their graduation in college, they are stuck in the Academy, promised with the fame and fortune in the paths their parents already paved for them. It was to this school that Cathedra was sent to on her first day. She was accompanied by the orphanage Directress in her rickety old car that existed for a number of years greater than all th

the teacher says and most of the students are quite glad because of it. I don't know how does be teach cause it is my first class but I never get to attend the class even for the first time. "What's going on? Why would he get mad over him?" I ask? "You know why? It's class. Not the class like this class. I mean the hierchial class of economy. You be in the top level and you are going to dominate the whole other class. Don't you see students over here. Most of them belong to the elite class. Most of their family own their own corporates, sports company, hotels and so much more. You see how rich they are? They even get the privilege to get forgiven by teachers even if they mistake ,why?" he as

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

he sighed. "They're all bullies. They turn students into slaves just because they're Elites." Jenny pouts. Kim frowned instantly. "I didn't mean you. Sorry," she said. "What are the Elites?" I asked. Kim looked at me. She sighed. "This school is a shared cooperation. But fifty-five per cent belongs to my mother. The remaining forty-five is shared by the King's, White, Patterson, Wonders, and so more. Those surnames, their kids are in this school, they call us the Elites," she sighed sadly.

Corbyn tried some more, “but we can’t risk things sliding out from under us now. It would be a good-” “No, she stays with me.” Trent's declaration came out as half a growl, and that was enough to put us all back into complete silence. Elevation school was typically reserved for elite families anyway, the kind that could pay all kinds of crazy ‘donations’ to the staff who were all recruited for their talent to control the students and help their abilities be better, stronger than others in their species.

But she was still so pretty. Blue eyes, neatly combed hair and her beautiful smile. Amelia could present herself in the most questionable fit, and people would still praise her, because again, she was gorgeous. She could have been a famous actress if she wasn’t so focused on studying. I sometimes wonder how her family was able to hide her identity to the public, because back home, the Elites are well known. The elites are the title given to the kids of billionaires. Many people treat them like they’re celebrities and I can say that despite the power, fame and wealth they have, the Elites are still humble and kind. I can say that because they’re close friends with my cousin, Rei.