The Elite Classroom Novels & Stories

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

Ever since it has just been mentioned that Prince Charles will be coming to the school, things have just seemed weird and something to be worried about. After the Professors were done talking, the one who interrupted us moved closer. “So, guys. There’s going to be a new change from henceforth.” “Here we go.” I said under my breath, expecting things like this. “Now, we all know that this is the Elites Class and this class is where we get more of our brilliant students and here, we can also find students with the overall qualities we need in several times. So, since Prince Charles will be attending our school, we’ll be selecting a few students who will be his classmates. I have a list here wit

Damian stuck his chest out and proudly replied, "I'm here to pick up my granddaughter!" The person opposite him cast him a look of disbelief as usual and appraised him from top to bottom, as if he were an idiot. He probably thought that Damian had something wrong with his head. Soon, school time ended for Luna's class, Third Grade Alpha Class. Alpha class was a class for elite students with the best academic results. When Luna was admitted into the school, she managed to join the class by getting a high rank for her interview and written test results.

She began counting on her fingers as she explained: “We have the D-Class — those are the scholarship students. They’re very few, maybe three percent of the total population. Then comes the C-Class, the classic millionaires. Normally, their status wouldn’t grant them access here, but their parents could afford the tuition. Next is the B-Class — the multi-millionaires. They’re rich, but not rich enough to be considered part of the elite. After that, the A-Class — the billionaires, the true elites, sons and daughters of the world’s biggest fortunes. And finally, the S-Class — the ones who practically govern the world. They’re the children of the one percent, and there are only five of them in t

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

Avery was silently shrieking as she gazes upon the interior of the lobby. "Splendid! The designers did an outstanding job this school year!" Aric agreed with his twin, Leath just gave a plain look. In her mind, no matter how regal-looking their school is, it's still a school of rich spoiled brats. Calling them Elites are a bit of an exaggeration

“It’s not just the post. There’s a rumor going around… that someone’s planning to humiliate you at Friday’s Elite Gala.” That made Arielle pause. The Elite Gala was the school’s most exclusive event of the semester, attended by only the wealthiest students and their families. Xavier would be there. Hailey would be there. And apparently… so would her enemies. She exhaled slowly. “Then I guess I’ll have to give them a show they’ll never forget.”

“Who the hell are you?” ‎“Andrei Orlov.” ‎That name hit me like a slap. ‎Everyone knew that name. The quiet tech genius. The dangerous type. There were whispers about arms deals, international connections, frozen assets in his wake but none has been proven. What I didn't understand was how he became a client in my foundation. Did he lie? Or was he part of Alex clients he laundered money for? My head was banging with questions. The man was untouchable. And he was standing in front of me like I was a business deal.

asked curiously. "August is having high marks with her weapon manipulation and combat skills. The council thinks she is really to join our mission." Cayden replied that I almost let go of the spoon but it didn't go through. It's a waste of food, so instead of dropping it, I just took a bite. I couldn't speak. I took one bite after another because I was suddenly nervous. Because they are talking about mission and I am still with them. What I know is that the mission that the Elites do is not easy. Since Elites are the top students around the Knight Circle, their mission level is also different. It would be good if it was a gang fight. I know it's not. I just thought that I was nervous so I su

For three whole years, everyone at school knows me as a hopeless student who can barely pass a test. After the SATs, I am sitting at my cousin's college acceptance celebration, quietly eating my meal. My aunt, Karen Reed, suddenly snatches the plate from my hands. "Your scores are pathetic, and you still have the nerve to sit here and eat?" My cousin, Wilbert Yard, swirls his drink and sneers. "Jason, you won't get anywhere in life with a brain like yours. You can be my driver someday. I'll pay you 800 dollars a month." My uncle, George Yard, points a finger in my face. He looks at me in disgust and says, "Your parents have been working out of town for three years, and you still can't