Jnovels Classroom Of The Elite นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."

I watched the large vehicle merge back into traffic, and only when it disappeared around the corner did I finally take a deep breath. My head was spinning as I started the long walk toward campus. The realization that Nova had brought another guy right into Eli's bed made my stomach twist into hard knots. The sheer audacity of her threats in the theater bathroom made sense now; she was running an entire affair right under Eli's nose. I walked all the way to the library, needing a quiet place where I could force my brain to focus on anything other than the Deering family drama. The grand building was chilly. I headed straight for the basement level, where the heavy legal volumes were kept, an

He laughed, dropping his box onto one of the tables. The lounge was usually empty during morning lectures, which was exactly why Professor Ellis had let us use it to sort donations before the event next week. Books covered almost every flat surface. Mystery novels sat beside biographies. Romance books had somehow mixed with history textbooks, and Benito had already started making ridiculous commentary every time he picked one up. He held up a crime novel. "This guy definitely did it." "You haven't even opened it." "I can tell." "You're impossible." "I've been told."

A young teacher welcomed her warmly. "Are you passing through?" "Yes." "I wondered if I might watch today's lesson." "Of course." Nova quietly took a seat at the back of the classroom. The lesson was about reading. Most of the children eagerly sounded out words from handmade books. But one little boy remained unusually quiet. The teacher knelt beside him. "Can you read the next sentence?" The child lowered his head. "I can't." Nova noticed something. The pages of his book were badly worn. Several were missing entirely.

Chapter 27: The First Edition The floor of The Narrative was really quiet but you could feel the excitement in the air as Elena and Julian got out of the elevator. The big studio in Brooklyn with its brick walls and huge windows was a big change from the crazy and stressful places Elena used to work when she was writing books for other people. Downstairs the teams that did research and design were sitting around a table looking at the final versions of the book before it was printed. They were getting ready to launch the Nora Vale imprint.

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?”

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

It is not so much jealousy, probably more recognition and longing. I check the clock. In a little while, students will spill out from their classes, so it is too late to sneak into the class. Instead I go down to the canteen and get a cup of coffee. From my usual seat at the outcast table I have a perfect view of the big room, and I see it immediately when Luca rounds the corner with the rest of the Elite. As usual Julie is not far away from him and I have to watch as they talk and laugh together.

“I’m not dating you, Eli. You have a boyfriend now, remember? One that’s standing right next to you. It’s his job to worry about those things.” “Remind me to send you my class schedule later, boyfriend,” Eli said, turning to Arnold with a grin. “Do you even have it printed out yet?” Arnold teased as we started walking. “I don’t,” Eli admitted without shame. “But I’m sure Nova does. I’ll just take a picture of hers—problem solved.” “You’re such a model student,” I teased with a laugh as we entered the classroom. “Ah, finally, some seats.” After a very lengthy goodbye between Eli and my brother, we finally sat down, and the renewed academic torture began. Surprisingly, it felt lighter this tim