Is Classroom Of The Elite A Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I guess I’ll call him back later. I walk through the halls of the Academy, heading to class. The whispers are endless. Some glance at me with curiosity, others with jealousy thrown in with hate—especially the ladies, as if Zane would have noticed any of them. I know what they’re thinking. I know they can’t understand why someone like me would be bound to someone like Zane. A wolf hunter mated to their Grand Alpha—that’s a wild card. I don’t understand it either. I settle into class, greeting my friends. A few minutes later, Professor Bennett walks in, and the entire class stops their chit-chat.

“Her boyfriend?” “Mr. Marcelo.” He cackled, earning a few lingering stares and blushes from a few of the girls in class. “She thought we wouldn’t figure out that they were dating.” “Oh, my God,these creatures!” Salome groaned again. “Will the two of you please shut up and allow Ms. Skye to finish?” They glared at her but didn’t speak anymore. Apparently, she was the only girl immune to the boys’ charms. I made a small noise in appreciation and raised a brow at the cool kids, who thought they were know-it-alls.

His eyes locked onto me immediately, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Miss Bennett, you’re late,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. “Come to the front. We were just discussing themes of submission in classic literature. Perhaps you can help demonstrate.” My heart raced as I walked to the front of the class, feeling every eye in the room on my barely-covered body. Twenty elite students, mostly rich, dominant men, watched with hungry interest. “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of his desk without being told. “How would you like me to demonstrate?”

The faint sound of their hushed breaths and the rustling of fabric created a symphony of intimacy. As they deepened their kiss, the table beneath them seemed to vanish, leaving only their shared vulnerability and the unspoken longing that had lingered between them for far too long. With each passing moment, their kisses grew bolder, their exploration of each other's bodies fueled by a mixture of curiosity and pent-up desire. The classroom, once a backdrop for lectures and learning, now bore witness to their stolen intimacy. As the minutes slipped away, their passion intensified, their need for each other undeniable. Soft moans and whispered words of affection filled the air, a testament to t

Catherine stuffed the last piece of pastry into her mouth, wiped her hands with a tissue, and stood up to head toward the classroom. "Class is about to start. Hurry up." Catherine's concern was greatly appreciated by Ronin. He nodded obediently, quickly tidied up, and assured Catherine, "Don't worry, Catherine. I won't be late." The first class was taught by the most famous professor in the university, Marshall Hartley. The EIE department students were eagerly waiting for Professor Hartley's class. When Catherine entered the classroom, it was already full of people. Her presence immediately caught everyone's attention. Her arrogant yet beautiful face was truly eye-catching. Coupled with the

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”

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.

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.

The forbidden secret made everything feel even hotter. Mr. Lorenzo walked into the classroom looking relaxed and confident, his handsome face carrying that faint but dangerous smile. His eyes scanned the room and immediately locked onto hers in the front row. For a second, his gaze softened with something warm and romantic — like he was remembering every moment they had shared the day before. Elena’s heart fluttered wildly.