Jnovels Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

Around me students whispered and giggled, their words sharp as barbed wire. “She seduced him into failing.” “How desperate can you be?” “She has no shame.” Nova’s boots clicked across the stone as she stepped out of the throng, lips curling in a cruel smirk. Her long silver earrings swung like blades as she leaned close, her perfume cloyingly sweet. “Class D,” she purred softly so only I could hear. “Fitting. After all, you’re trash. It’s where you belong.” My throat closed up. I wanted to scream, to claw her perfect face until her mask cracked. But my body wouldn’t move. I stood frozen, chest heaving, eyes burning with unshed tears.

she said with a laugh. “What? You knew already? Of course—you’re a reader.” Mae chuckled. “Oh my gosh! They say even in the prologue, you can already read a bed scene.” Her cousin laughed, and so did she. “So, is that where you learned your tricks to attract Sir Gian?” “You’re crazy!” “Bad influence, that Ate Sharon. Always.” Mae stood. “So, are you coming? It’s too hot here. Don’t you pity me? At least pity our thesis.”

His brows furrowed. “Lessie..” But I couldn’t hear his voice right now. I brushed past him, my legs trembling as whispers floated from the hallway. “There’s trouble in paradise,” someone snickered. My fists clenched. I wanted to scream at them, to beat the hell out of one and let the rest learn, but instead I quickened my pace, my ears burning. When I stepped into Literature class, my stomach dropped. Standing at the front of the room, chalk in hand, was Professor Celeste Craven.

I muttered some words of prayer to the Moon goddess to save me as she's always done, just as she's saved me from the mass destruction of my Pack years ago, leaving me as the only survivor. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, Mr Clark's cologne filled the office and I walked towards the table. “I received your email sir.” I told him and was surprised at how professional I sounded instead of a helpless shaky voice in trouble. “Yes Miss Smith, please have a seat” He tells me jovialy and I relaxed a bit before sitting down. His office was something made out of rich cedar and splash of silver. That's the thing about Elite Celestial Royal Academy, the school wasn't just beautiful, it wa

Xavier POV Nova and I spent the next week binge watching 'Game of Thrones' because she had never had the time or ability to watch it before. Once I turned it on though, she was glued to the TV. We did our school work while we watched, and since Nova would start Alpha classes next term, she had a whole semester's worth of general Alpha classes to catch up on before Christmas. But, being the little genius she is, she flew through them. All of the Alpha classes are done over a website the school uses, so once her books and all the paperwork with her login for the Alpha Portal on the website came, she got to work completing assignments. I was surprised at how quickly she moved through her assign

Jenna had been thinking of sending Jerry to an elite school abroad for a long time. For Jenna, this elite school in England was the ideal choice. It was not as fancy as people thought, advocating for luxury, comfort, and whatnot. Instead, it carried out a strict management system and tough training from childhood. The students would be sleeping on hard beds and eating coarse and simple meals. It was even more of a rigorous regime than normal schools.

I could feel an intense gaze on me but i didn’t dare to look at the direction it’s coming from. I opened my book and started working, but that feeling didn’t go away, i was definitely being watched. Mr Isaac’s voice echoed in the classroom. “Winston Smith is the protagonist of which George Orwell novel?” I raised my hand. “Yes Miss Jenkins” “1984” “Very, very good Miss Jenkins, that is correct can you tell me what genre of book does Danielle Steel primarily write?” “Romance” “Excellent! What do George Eliot, George Sand and Acton Bell all have in common?”

It was the first good thing to happen to her since she set foot in this academy. Watching Brandon squirm made her entire morning feel significantly better. Shortly after, the first professor walked into the room. It was a standard, boring theory session. The teacher stood at the front, reading off slides in a monotonous voice, completely unbothered by the fact that half the class wasn't even paying attention. Many of the wealthy students were whispering among themselves, checking their phones, or doodle-sketching in their notebooks. Typical rich kids, Elara thought, rolling her eyes inwardly.

He had read it when she showed him the final proofs and had held them for a long moment without speaking because the dedication was the thing itself and anything said about it would have been less. For Helena Calloway and James Obi, who built the argument in the dark. For the people the argument was built for. For Elliot, who learned to look. She closed the book and put it on the table and picked up her coffee. “Zara gets her copy today,” she said. “I promised her the first one.” “She has been telling her entire class about it for three weeks,” he said. “I know. Nicole told me. Apparently Zara described it to her teacher as a book about her garden and the people who worked very hard for a lo