Novel & Cerita The S Classes I Raised

“Yeah, Healing and Pack Politics.” “That’s nice.” “So how do the classes happen? How many hours and what comes first?” “Well, the classes are rotated for each day, take today for example, it seems you two have Healing and I’ve got Pack History, see you lovelies later.” She blew us a kiss and skipped off to her class. “Looks like it’s just you and me,” Sarah said turning to me “Well, lead the way; I have no idea where I’m supposed to go.” I said in reply “How’s healing class like?”

The next morning, Angelique rose early for her first day at university. Excitement tingled through her veins. The night before, she had stopped at a shopping center to buy a new outfit. First impressions were everything — especially here. It was true she belonged to the A-Class, but she wasn’t yet sure if she ranked in the upper or lower tier. Her goal was clear: to make connections with the S-Class — particularly with Trunks.

I affably declined and moved to the rear of the room not surprisingly. It worked out that the class was cracking hard! I wouldn't would not have been ready to drift through like I had in polynomial math. Interestingly, I needed to do schoolwork and study for a class. I additionally met Sally in this class and we got along extraordinary. It annoyed me a little that Sophie was so cold to her however Sally didn't appear to mind.

Greek-god material, combined with wealth and an air of untouchable authority. And now, stepping out of their car, I was inevitably curious, intriguing, and perhaps… intimidating, too. I discovered the final year class was divided into two. I was placed in Class B, while the triplets were in Class A. Relief washed over me. A little space from them would do me good, at least for now. In class, I sat beside a girl who introduced herself as Elera. She was bright, bubbly, and immediately friendly, chatting like we’d known each other for years. I told her about my new life, about becoming their step-sibling.

I said harshly and he stepped back from me. "Do you hate me that much?" He asked. "I do. I hate the fact that you look down on me. I hate the fact that you think you can do whatever you please just because you are an S class Alpha and you have a perfect life..." "I do not have a perfect life." He blurted out angrily.

A few, like Aurel, looked defiant—but quieter than before. Viorell let the weight linger for just a heartbeat longer, then exhaled softly through his nose. “But,” he said, voice low and knowing, “I have to admit…” He swept his gaze across the room like a blade being drawn. “…this batch of Class S is interesting.” A flicker of amusement crossed his face. Not mockery. Something closer to… curiosity. “Potential,” he said, tapping his temple with a finger. “It bleeds off some of you like heat from a furnace.”

They were only waiting for me to pass first to watch Sir's reaction, which thankfully did not occur. I'd like you to be aware. There is no commotion in my class, especially when it comes to rank. Do you understand me? You are all on an equal level in my class." My classmates screamed when they heard what Sir said, as if there was something wrong with it, but instead of siding with the complainants, Sir dropped his cellphone on the table.

How was I going to come up with that kind of money? —————— I had two classes this morning and one later in the afternoon. My first class was warrior training, and my second class was shifting, both of which I excelled at. I was going to college for Gamma training so that once I graduated, I could prove myself to the Gamma force and become a warrior. Then I would easily be able to pay off my father’s debt and save my family. “You look like hell,” my best friend, Nan, pointed out as I sat beside her against the large Oaktree; the very tree we always met up at.

“You really have amnesia, right?” Evie frowned. Hadn’t she already said it? “Yeah?” James nodded. “I believe you fully now. You even forgot I’m from class A.” EEEEEH? “What? You’re from class A?” Class A was the special brain class of the year. It’s where Hanz and his study mania brethren were. This little mandrill was from that class. “Boss, your gaze is offending. I’m really from class A and I’m even in the top fifty of the school. I’m a de Lancy. If my grandpa sees me getting bad results I will get disowned.”

"Then I'm really looking forward to it. Why did all the pretty girls go to Class A?" Britney said proudly, "That's because I'm the only one who's pretty in Class B." ****************