Romans & histoires Is Classroom Of The Elite A Romance

"Wow, it's really handsome. It seems to be a man from a novel. The perfect appearance and figure, wearing a suit and school uniform are perfect." "…" Richard stood at the door of the class and asked a student at will: "Is Mary Kinson in your class here today?" The girl who was asked was honored and excited, with spring in her eyes: "Well, Mary should come later." The girl pointed behind his back"Look, she is coming." Then, Richard immediately looked back and saw Mary Kinson coming along with Yang Feng talking and laughing, much like male and female students who fall in love in campus drama. His Handsome face sank, and his whole body aura changed slightly.

She said with a smile, “though some of those girls sure think they have a chance with you.” “what are you talking about?” he asked as he looked into her eyes and sighed. “Those girls in your class, Max. It seems your bachelorhood has been noticed by more than one or two of them. You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t see them glaring at me during the lecture.” Deanna asked as he kissed her softly and quickly. “I don’t want one of them.” He replied with a grin, “I can say I never noticed any of them anyway. They all look the same to me. You see, I have found that I have this certain fascination with a certain elf.”

Maddy’s POV My English literature class is raucous in their discussion of PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. The class drew a lot of female students because of professor Charlie, an attractive silver fox lecturer. He sat atop his table, coordinating the discussions. Everyone wanted to chime in on the argument of practicality vs romance. “I’m just saying…during their time it’s obvious why anyone would want to choose money over love. I don’t blame Charlotte,” one girl was saying.

I don’t have to read his mind to know what he is trying to accomplish. Camille is very attractive. She looks similar to Eliza but, with a heart-shaped face, plumper lips, pure blonde hair. She is shorter than Eliza, with a naturally curvier body. Her breasts are more rounder but, slightly smaller, she is thinner than Eliza but, with a natural hourglass figure like a professional dancer. Any man would love her, and I have learned several have had her but, she is not the type to sleep with teachers, she works her ass off. I hear her start to leave then, I hear him “where are you going, angel?” “Sir, I have to get to my first class.” I hear the door close “Cami, when are you going to stop denyi

I retreated back on my seat, sharing a glance with Stephano who mirrored my expression. We both were caught red handed. “Uh. Sir we were discussing work?” His sentence came out more like a question. “Work? With her face in your neck?” Professor arched an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. I gulped. “Well-" Before I could say anything further he stopped me with his hand in the midair. “I suggest you both try to keep your adult romance at bay in the class or I’ll have to kick you out.” He venomously rasped out in silence. The students were looking at us with an unreadable expression.

“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.

Neither was she trying to seduce him, but it was to him a non-sexual turn-on, seeing her answer all questions and debates with him in the most beautiful thing. The class had come to an end and every single soul enjoyed the class and how pretty it went but Dante had all that vibe cause of Elena, she was the reason he came in the first place, to see her beautiful face, she is still the reason he took the class seriously seeing that she enjoyed it. “Thank you for making the lecture this fun Mr Dante.” Grey wished and Dante nodded gently. “Class representative,” he called out acting like he didn't know the person and Elena’s heart leaped.

“Act normal. We’ll find moments.” Riley nodded, throat tight. “I love how you make me feel. Even when it’s terrifying.” Elena’s eyes softened. “I feel it too. More than I should.” Monday’s lecture was pure agony. Elena looked composed and professional, but Riley caught the subtle signs ... .the way her gaze lingered, the slight flush when their eyes met. Riley sat in her usual seat, thighs pressed together, remembering every thrust, every moan from the cabin. After class, a single text: “My office. Twenty minutes. The door will be unlocked.”

Even during breaks, we would discuss assignments together, often drawing teasing whistles from some of the girls in class. Whenever that happened, Ella’s ears would turn red as she whispered an apology to me. I would just lower my head, too shy to meet her eyes. Until one day, after school, she confessed her feelings. Back then, she was tall, fair-skinned, a top student, and clearly bound for WIT. I truly believed I was the male lead in a campus romance, and that she was the girl fate had chosen for me. No one could’ve predicted it would all come to a brutal halt ten years later, on that rainy night.

Having something to lose. It confused him. Scared him more than any fist or fang ever had. They walked hand in hand through the crowded halls toward his first class of the afternoon: Supernatural History II. Students parted without being asked. Whispers followed like smoke. Phones were already up, recording the queen and her claimed human walking like it was the most natural thing in the world. At the classroom door, Elara stopped. Turned to him. Cupped his face again—gentler this time—and kissed him.