The Elite Novels & Stories

The look she sends me tells me that she isn't buying my change of subject and she tells me I need to get out and embrace my youth before I wither. My mind is drifting off again. At that moment the elites, with their queen Julie Sand in front, come flouncing into the canteen. The elite are the it girls of the school, no doubt they would suck in Luca. They had been through all the decent looking guys in the school, most of them several times even, so new meat was always welcome. But what do I care ? It's not like I would ever have a chance with a guy like him, I mean why would he be interested in a shy mouse ? No, he will probably

The people sitting in this restaurant were people from the highest Elite class in the society. Country A is a country divided by different classes. The elite, the middle class and then the poor. Each of these classes is also subdivided. In the Elite class they have the rich, the wealthy and then the top elite class which consist of the country's number one citizens that are powerful and multi-wealthy. These ones are not quickly recognized. People know they exist, they don’t purchase luxury goods like the wealthy, whatever you see them put on are never worn by anyone else.

Because of that, they're discovered by Hadjie Villarin, the owner of big Manufacturing Company of Elite Organic & Botanical Shampoo with Conditioner, as their product endorser and Brand Ambassador. It's just a dream for everybody, to live inside the most prestigious Elite Club. Meet some Elite members and hope to become their partners in life. But for Ysabelle, it's her fate to work inside the club as model of Elite Organic & Botanical Shampoo with Conditioner, together with her best friend Dennise Althea Salcedo. Aside from their new project modelling career, they're working together in order to execute their plans of revenge on the Rafique Couple, and Marish will suffer first.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

Who else would skim through a strange woman like that? “Pardon me. Ugh… Hello! I’m Renerio Borroni, CEO of Pinnacle Group of Companies,” he said while extending his hand. I zoned out the moment I heard his name. Renerio Borroni. The name itself was the brand in the world of fashion. Denver and Renerio both were rivals. Last year Pinnacle company managed to bag the biggest sponsorship, leaving Denver’s company behind. Renerio always steamed the headlines for his playboy image. He changed his girlfriends like clothes and that was why he was always the talk of the town.

The man begs to her but she doesn't pay any heed to his any words and ask him to go after giving him his money One employee says to his colleagues "He really thought he had bought Zoya Siddiqui just because he was paying a small amount of money." To which his colleague replies sarcastically "Naive!" On the other side Zoya gets down from her black Bentley and enters into the a building named 'White Rose Kindergarten and Day Care'

My lips pull into a smile when I meet the other dancers backstage. A voice comes through, busting through the speakers, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fantasy Elite where every fantasy is fulfilled, no matter how dirty your secret fantasy is, know you're in the right place. Here at Fantasy Elite, we aim to please you and pleasure you. Our first group for tonight has all your favorites, and our very own sadistic sexy goddess.” he says.

I'd be dating them one on one, for 5 minutes at a time, in a freaking elevator. After discussing some more logistics, I got started creating the questionnaire that I wanted to send out to the interested men. If I had even a shot at connecting with any of them, I wanted to make sure they weren't total scum. Together, Ellie, Lydia, and I came up with the following 5 questions: 1. How old are you and what's your job at Clicked? 2. Why are you interested in participating in "eleDATE?" 3. If chosen, are you okay with your name being used in the article? Yes or No.

“If Seraph takes your case, you will live.” Every Elite who had her contact was immensely grateful and treated her like the most valuable asset. Those who didn’t, strived to get a hold on her contact by all means. She did not have to show her face; just results and the payments kept piling in. The Elites were not frugal people. They were people with generational wealth and they loved to flaunt that wealth. Her consultation fees alone were seven to eight figures and payment for treatment were negotiable, often in millions plus extra favors.

He had a pulse. "I'm here," Leo panted, his forehead resting against hers. "I'm just... a man, Meilin. No glass. No symmetry. Just a man who loves you." The Letter from the Son A week later, the settlement was a hive of activity. The "Elite" and the "Corrupted" had dropped their titles entirely. They were simply the People of the Valley. The hyper-grown forest provided more food than they could ever eat, and the air was so pure it felt like a tonic.