Manabe Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

“I mean, he sleeps with them like it’s a hobby. And it’s annoying really.” “Wow.” “Let’s go to business class,” I said, rising to my feet with a stretch.. She nodded, and we both headed out together. *** In the private hall, Elena bent over and whispered, “Why aren’t all our classmates here?” “This is for the top ten wealthiest students,” I whispered back. Just then, Lucien and Kade walked in. I immediately grabbed my phone and checked my reflection on the screen—lip gloss still intact and my hair still perfect.

The moment dissolved into the lesson as though it had never held any weight. “True Mana Restoration begins not in the hand, but in the breath. Still in mind. Feel the pulse beneath the world—the quiet hum beneath stone and root. Draw it gently and never pull away. Mana returns to those who wait and not those who grasp. The method matters more than the result.” Miss Selene' voice was beginning to feel like an echo in my head. Why did she walk up to me like she knew I was going to see something like that?? Why do I have dreams that are always connected to this class?

A man walked in. He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick with messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. Straight at Elara.

Pages begin flipping and quiet chatter fills the room. “Tonight’s homework will be discussing the anatomy of the human body. Everyone knows—” He suddenly stops mid-sentence. His bushy eyebrows furrow as his eyes glaze over. I frown in confusion. Then I notice something strange. The entire classroom has gone silent. I turn in my seat and look around. This class is mostly made up of wolves who are already linked to the pack. There’s only one other girl besides me who hasn’t linked yet. Everyone else has.

40am. Class was about to start. At that moment the door to the classroom opened and a man dressed in a white tight shirt and trousers with a plain black tie walked in. He scanned the classroom with a light smile, his eyes deliberately pausing somewhere. The silver Watanabe glasses over his eyes glowed faintly. There was a stirring in the classroom seats, the girls' discussion growing louder. "Hello everyone, I'm your new visiting professor of Living Systems and Biology this semester, Brent Keith.

I mean Diego is currently with Melinda in the head office and as for your Mother and Father, do you know where they are? Kiri: I could use telepathy to contact them but I don't want to risk being tapped on our connection. Ban: I guess our only choice is to wait for a while. We sat through the whole class as Sir Drake read through some important rules and introductions on what we should be doing while on the course as elite students. He mentions a very interesting topic about how every once a while. Members of the elite class would present their skills in front of everyone else and fight one another as a friendly duel with no penalty and rewards. Just a presentation. Actually listening to him

Every time she accidentally felt his sharp, ice-grey gaze sweep across the classroom, her heart would skip a violent beat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he carried as an elite man was simply too overwhelming. She felt as though she were sitting on thousands of tiny, sharp needles, and even basic breathing felt like a struggle. Finally… RING! The sharp echo of the school bell resonated throughout the room. The gruelling lecture was finally over. Elara secretly let out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "...Finally," she whispered under her breath. She hurriedly packed her notebook and pen into her bag. Her only thought right now was simple: Run. Leave. Get as far away from t

she sneered, “Or should you wait for your knight? " Yuriel's toughness captivated the boys. She has a stunning appearance. Her natural face was enhanced by her light makeup. Her defiant demeanor inspired them to conquer her, including the man at the back of the crowd. He gave a faint smile before clearing his throat. "What exactly is going on here?" The man was aided by the crowd of students in the hallway. "Good morning, Prof. Kindle." They rushed to greet him before entering the classroom. The students dispersed and entered the classroom, leaving several people on the floor, including Yuriel and Ariana.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”