White Room Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

The room buzzed with the sounds of the central air and boilers and smelled of grease and dust. What she didn’t see were any people or vampires. Looking around, she quickly found the control panel and the computer they were looking for. She scanned the room again and took off to the work station followed by her team. When she arrived at the terminal, she looked at the screen and saw a diagram of the first floor.

Elena nodded, clutching her file tightly. “Elevator to the fifth floor, conference room B,” the woman said smoothly. Elena took the elevator with a few other early arrivals, a mix of nervous-looking students in freshly ironed shirts and ill-fitting blazers. She tried to breathe normally, but the elevator seemed to shrink around her as they ascended. The doors opened with a soft chime. “Conference Room B,” someone murmured. Elena followed the small group down a pristine hallway lined with artwork and expensive furniture. When they reached the glass-walled room, they found a long sleek table surrounded by modern chairs. A tray of pastries and bottles of water sat untouched at the end.

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

The elevator doors slid open. Unit 40B was not a home. It was a sterile, terrifyingly expensive box. The floors were gray marble, polished to such a high shine that they looked like ice. The furniture was black leather and chrome, with sharp edges that seemed designed to discourage anyone from getting comfortable. The walls were floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a panoramic view of the frozen city, but the windows were triple-paned and didn't open. The air inside was filtered, recycled, and smelled of absolutely nothing. Aria stood in the center of the living room, feeling like a gray stain on the pristine floor. Damian stood by the door, his black coat still on, his presence filling the room

From the scent that saturates the room, they're all werewolves. People sit on small stools chatting and inspecting an arsenal of weaponry, sharpening knives, and daggers, while they talk in low tones. I count fourteen people as I pass slowly by them; their eyes track every move I make as Ryan leads us to a metal table at the far end of the room. The walls are bare: there's nothing here, except the desk. The Elite must avoid leaving any trace of activity behind. If this place is found, the intruders could never gather proof against them. Smart choice.

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.

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

I would never be safe here, because from the start, Uncle Garson had already spread his eyes inside this academy. I quickly carried my bag and suitcase out of the room with hurried breaths. At the very least, I had to get out of this room, even though the Elite Wing certainly didn’t promise safety either. I was just moving from one cage to another, a more luxurious one. I arrived at room 014, located right beside the shared bathroom area for the residents of the Elite Wing. Once inside, the room was far larger than my previous one. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and large windows offered a distant view of the forest. The furniture was more luxurious as well, though to me the luxu

Breaking the glass seemed impossible; it felt reinforced, bulletproof even. “Fuck,” he whispered, breath fogging the glass. He turned and scanned the rest of the room. A sleek modern dresser. A walk-in closet partially open, revealing rows of dark clothing that definitely didn’t belong to him. A luxurious en-suite bathroom visible through an open doornblack marble, rainfall shower, deep soaking tub. Everything screamed money and control. Eli’s gaze landed on the bedroom door. He rushed toward it, bare feet silent on the floor. His hand closed around the ornate handle and pushed down.

Every gesture economical. Nothing about him betrayed stress or uncertainty. When the elevator doors opened, assistants immediately guided them through immaculate hallways toward the conference suite. The room itself was breathtaking in its simplicity. Long polished table. Black leather chairs. Glass walls overlooking the city. Power radiated quietly from every detail. Elara took her seat across from several executives while carefully arranging the prepared documents before her. Aero positioned himself slightly behind and to the side. Hands clasped loosely behind his back. Silent. Watchful.