White Room Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

The portal shuts off behind them now that they are inside a completely white room with marble floors. "Where are we?" Mauve asks as she looks around and sees nothing but all white. Nicholas and Sephie could almost blend into the room with their white ensemble. "This is the parallel portal point here in Elite. This is the constant place where the portal would open for the chosen ones so we ended up building a receiving facility around it." Nicholas explains. " Welcome to Elite your majesty. We are very delighted with your arrival. Please take a moment and stand by for the clearing process." A woman’s voice warmly welcomes them.

Anne Jenner hummed, "As for graduation." "Standing at the fountain taking pictures, then almost falling into the pond, was Magnus pulling you, you know." "I remember it well too." Anne Jenner's voice fades. Edward Mitchell did not speak anymore, to the thirty-sixth floor, one floor consisted of two households, but very separate, each with a dedicated elevator for each household, after unlocking by facial recognition, the sensor lights in the door. The room is lighted up, the light is warm with warm colors that make people feel very comfortable, the room is decorated in the most minimalistic style, with gray and white as the main color, so it is a bit cold.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

Her father didn’t answer. The buzz was louder now. So loud it shook their bones. Finally— Ding. The doors opened. Red light filled the lift. Not bright. Not dark. Just… alive. They stepped out. And Elara froze. The whole floor was one big room. No walls. No offices. Just machines. Rows and rows of black towers. Wires ran across the ceiling like veins. Screens hung in the air showing numbers that moved like living things. In the middle of the room—

He hurried past the hidden war room and unlocked the heavy doors to Elena’s private chambers. ​The room was exactly as he had left it. Cold, dark, and suffocatingly quiet. Elena lay motionless beneath the heavy furs, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, completely detached from reality. The tracks of her dried tears caught the faint light filtering through the heavy curtains.

“Will you answer me now, Zeke?” Zeke smiled shortly, picked up her hand, and then dragged her gently after him. “Just follow me. Don’t ask questions yet. I will answer you now.” They entered the room fully. Elena stood in the middle of the room, her mouth parted slightly in awe as she looked around the living room. This might actually be the finest living room she had ever been in. Down to the rich, dark colors and plush texture of the opulent furniture, oversized artwork, and very rare antiques.

Chapter 16: Pretty Things and Loaded Guns The conference hall was nothing like Elena expected. No dark smoky corners. No half-naked women straddling laps. No piles of cash or brick-sized drug bags. This was… organized. Polished. Terrifying. The room stretched wide, lit by golden chandeliers and long beams of cold light. Heavy oak tables formed a long horseshoe, surrounded by tall-backed leather chairs. In the center of the room stood a digital warboard screen displaying global maps, tactical models, and red flashing points that made Elena’s chest tighten.

The late afternoon sun shone gently through the tall windows of Rosewood Elite Class, a place for the best students and children from rich families. The walls were cream colored and shiny, with gold decorations and fancy moldings. The furniture looked like it belonged in a five star hotel well polished wood with glass tops, soft leather chairs in royal blue, and long velvet curtains in light blue. Each desk had a screen built into the wood for private reading and lessons. A small but elegant chandelier hung in the middle of the room, casting a warm light over the students sitting in neat rows.

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.