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- she added, winking at him, so soon they both left Samael's office and headed for the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them, Lilith clung to him like a ravenous vampire. Their kisses were hot and greedy, on the way to bed they knocked over a few chairs and rubbed against the wall few times, they were so preoccupied with each other. The hands of each of them ran over the body of the other, rediscovering themselves.

Patricia said. The classroom was on the third floor, north-facing. Elena saw this when she walked in and felt something move through her that she filed for later — the north light, the same north light, finding her even here, even away from the penthouse and the room on the third floor and all of it. As if it was the one consistent thing in the current composition of her life. Sixteen students.

Layla POV **Chapter 1** I sat at the back of the classroom like always. The final bell had rung fifteen minutes ago, but I hadn’t packed my bag yet. Most students had already rushed out, laughing and chatting as they headed home. The room was quiet now, except for the soft sound of Mr. Kane erasing the whiteboard. He was our new literature teacher. He had joined the school only three weeks ago. Tall, with broad shoulders and a calm, authoritative presence. His fitted white shirt stretched slightly across his chest when he reached up to wipe the board. I couldn’t stop watching him.

In a way it does. Eli sets Jonah down gently. His hands are old again. Spotted. Veined. He hides them in his sleeves, but Lyana sees anyway and her fierce expression softens. “Grandpa Eli, you can sit in the new classroom,” she says. “It has chairs that grow to fit you.” Eli smiles, and for a second his face flickers younger, then settles back to old. “I would like that.” The first classroom is the bark-walled building Sky grew last week, chalkboards smooth as river stone. The second one does not exist yet. That is the point.

Chapter: 84 ****** ALTAIR: The morning light flooded the University of Elysium's tall windows, but its gentle warmth seemed distant, overshadowed by a heavy silence. As I entered the classroom, my classmates' voices faded into a hushed murmur. All eyes fixated on me, their gazes weighing heavily on my shoulders. Whispers filled the air, carrying morsels of gossip that cut through the atmosphere like sharp knives. "Altair is said to have caused the deaths of Luna's Betas," one voice accused quietly.

LUTON PREP BOARDING SCHOOL MANHATTAN 11 YEARS AGO, TWO WEEKS BEFORE SPRING BREAK AND THE BENOIT AND DALTON CAR CRASH. “You’re late Elsida,” Professor Muton raises his eyebrow as she steps into the classroom. Students snicker and mumble incoherent words as she stalks to the only empty seat situated in front of the classroom. Her leg skids to a stop when she notices the occupant of the seat next to hers. Julien’s head is bowed, oblivious to the murmurs around him. His gaze rooted to the phone in his hands.

Takuto Kimura walked into his new classroom with heavy steps, his backpack stuffed with perfectly sharpened pencils, carefully labeled notebooks, and a self-designed five-year academic roadmap. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a glow across the spotless desks. The air was thick with the scent of fresh textbooks and the chatter of excited children. "This semester, I must devise a flawless social strategy," he muttered, pushing up imaginary glasses. "Maintain optimal interpersonal relationships... but keep a low profile."

It's few days to ending of the semester at Maple Elite high school, students in their smart black jacket,red tie and white uniform all looking stunning and cute especially the girls were seen trooping into the huge school building, various classic and luxrious cars parked at the school park with their chauffeurs and butlers rushing to the back side of the cars to open the door for the most richest and influencer families' young masters and young mistresses including nieces and distant cousins of Royal Alpha and Beta families in L-Nation , Such is the life of the rich heir's anyway being treated like royalties everywhere. The school is indeed a private and elite highschool, although humans al

He choose to let the other class to know they like to spoiled the girls in their class as they are their princess . " Well , class one boys are really unique ." The class leader class one law department laugh softly . The boys in class one laugh too as they of course like to spoiled the girls in their class and for them as a man they need to protect them and care about them . That evening , all the girls in class one dissapeared from the girls dorm .

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !