Highschool Of The Elite Novels & Stories

Sandra hissed, cutting off the call. Ashley knew there was nothing as obsession, that was just what Sandra had named it. High school was not fun at all. She had experienced everything she knew was bad luck. Luck was never on her side and Mikhail Mazza had made her see life for what it was. Life was hard and she had learned it the hard way. Getting a scholarship and entering the School of the Elites, life was not fair at all. Discrimination arose and just like every other girl, she had fantasized about the school's most handsome Billionaire male.

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.

The days waiting for school to open is finally coming to an end for Hayley. She has researched everything about the Shinrea High School of Elites, the list of achievements by the school, and its high honor students. It is said that the average grade for their students was A+ and she barely gets a B in her old school. Just how smart are those students there? Does this mean she needs to damn study harder than she already did? Grading kills students like her. Hayley got off her bed and head outside. In their living room, she sees Kenji scrolling through his phone fast. She scrunched up her face, wondering how he can read what's on his news feed if he scrolls so fast like that.

Not because she is overly beautiful, but because of how gracious she looked. She looked like a crown princess in her not too short floral gown. Heavy makeup on her face makes her face lighter than usual. One would think she was not a student of GGHS, but she is one. A seventeen-year-old 12th grader, who looked rather younger. Maya and her three friends stood up as they walked towards her, smiles on their faces. The whole school regarded them as the rich brats mostly due to how high they placed themselves. The beautiful personality walked graciously, as some boys were already wishing she was their friend. Every day, she changes into new clothes that look quite expensive. She is known as the d

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.

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.

“It’s not just the post. There’s a rumor going around… that someone’s planning to humiliate you at Friday’s Elite Gala.” That made Arielle pause. The Elite Gala was the school’s most exclusive event of the semester, attended by only the wealthiest students and their families. Xavier would be there. Hailey would be there. And apparently… so would her enemies. She exhaled slowly. “Then I guess I’ll have to give them a show they’ll never forget.”

At first, I had thought she only just wanted to be let out but after communicating with her, it turned out to be more than I thought. Pushing the feeling aside, I hastily made my way to college, thanking my stars that it was just a ten-minute walk from Ronald's house. Upon arriving there, I marveled at the tall huge gates that stood tall and high, framing a mindlessly huge and large area. Unlike high school, the students that walked In and out only minded their business, each of them dressed classy and businesslike. Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE.

She looked like hell. I stumbled into the shower, letting the boiling water burn away the shame. But no amount of heat could erase the other memory clawing at my skull And then, like a ghost whispering in my ear, the other memory surfaced. Majestic High. Ten years ago. I was sixteen, a scholarship student—the maid’s daughter—allowed into the elite shifter school only because the Luna had taken pity on my mother. I had kept my head down, my uniform neat but cheap, my shoes patched.

She said so I frowned. "The entire Vampire High student will be divided into groups. Whichever race you are, you will be there. All Pure Vampires will come together, all Half Vampires and Half witches will come together. If they come together the races will be paired and separated from the others. "she says. "Why?" I asked. "Because there will be a Game as a celebration of the 29768th year of Vampire high. So you are lucky because you can participate in that game." She said.