Novel & Cerita Koenji Classroom Of The Elite

As soon as they stepped inside the room, they were greeted with ear-deafening silence, and everyone was looking at them as if they were aliens from another planet. Kate can feel Kei's hand holding her hand tighter, as if he's giving her all the courage that she needs... And yes, it worked. Kate and Kei found their own seats. Then, they both heaved a sigh of relief when their Professor entered the classroom a few seconds later, signaling the start of the class...

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

*** Portia’s words reverberated in my mind while I sat in the classroom on my chair ‘Would it really matter if he’s not human if you like him and he likes you back? Hmmm, I wonder… Would it? “Morning Class,” Everyone began to take their seats as Koen entered the room and greeted everyone. “Moring Mister Koen,” It was then that I noticed that the girls looked a little mischievous, Koen stood behind the desk and looked around. His gaze landed on me and he paused for a moment. A look of relief took over him and my heart skipped a beat. I looked away, feeling shy, and so did he.

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 +.”

With his height and long legs, he quickly closed the distance and clamped his big hand around my wrist without hesitation. Behind him stood Madison and the rest of the class. Everyone was here, waiting, just to stop me from taking the exam. Madison stepped forward and fixed her eyes on me. "Constance, why are you so determined to make things hard for yourself? When the whole class signed, you were the last one. And when we all went shopping, you decided to take the exam instead. Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look right now?" She turned to the classmates around her and raised her voice. "Look at our straight-A student, showing up at the exam hall early in the morning with her ratty

The way he touched me. I’m already getting overheated. This is not going to help me survive sex class. We round the corner—and I come to a halt. There’s a crowd gathered in front of the classroom door. Not just the girls from my class, but their doms too. All of them. The air thickens with tension, the scent of cologne, and the sharp edge of authority. Aiden leans casually against the doorframe beside Daniel. His eyes find mine instantly—like magnets—and lock there.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

“Hey, wait… what exactly are we…” He walked straight into Aaron’s back. It was like hitting a wall. A warm, solid, immovable wall that smelled faintly of cedar and something else Leon refused to identify. He bounced off, rubbed his forehead, and stepped back. They were in a classroom. Leon’s stomach did something complicated and unpleasant. He knew this room. He knew it the way you know a place you’ve tried hard to forget. The same cracked window. The same row of half-destroyed lockers along the back wall. One of which he had hidden inside while Aaron did things to a girl on this exact floor that Leon was not supposed to witness.

This time it was on Art and Entertainment, and Academe Departments: between Class Sage and Class Steorra. After an half hour of resting, Class Sage went to A&E Department Gym with their P. E Professor Akihiro, leading the group. Zitrey, Nathan, and Nikka were walking side by side while entering the wide and enormous gym. The floor was so clean and sparkling, you can even mirror on it. Just then, everyone was startled when they saw the huge number of people watching them. Unexpectedly they're all girls, holding a bunch of things for cheering. The Class Sage uniformly thought, “What's this? Is this some kind of official tournament?” while glaring angrily towards the crowd.