White Room Classroom Of The Elite 소설 & 이야기

Somehow, I want to smile but I remain calm. Just in time, the elevator doors open and we both walk inside. Elia presses onto the button as we wait until we reach our floor—which is quite some time but fortunately, the elevator isn't stopping for anyone to enter. I can't seem to face any other human being at the moment. The elevator doors open, revealing a luxurious and modern sight which causes me to look in awe. The whole room is white but designed with soft coloured furniture such as beige, light green and grey. My eyes wander around and I can't help but feel mesmerised by the beauty.

Despite how much I wanted to help her, but the me right now can`t even wipe my own ass. Now then, welcome to my room. The White Mansion`s dormitory room is only exclusive for the special students. It is the best dormitory room that the Imperial Knight`s Academy is able to provide. The sumptuousness status in each room is determined by the student`s ranking, the higher you get, the more luxurious dormitory room you were able to live in. But even so, when comparing the highest ranking, S class against the special students, you could say that the special student`s room is more to a presidential suite in a six-star hotel.

As had been the case in the Grey castle, he learned each lesson was held in a different room. The journey to Tillaman’s class was as educative as the one he’d had with Diedrich. The literate building had rooms hidden within it and was built like a mansion with balconies on all sides, the inner passages, brightened by glowing blue spheres on their brown walls at different intervals of the hallways, were wide enough to contain the chaos of his mates as they traversed its lengths.

'This result… I don't think it requires other test' he said looking into his eyeballs which sounds confusing. Ella POV Wow, the atmosphere seems so much cooler than I expected. I feel so weak and stressed out after a few hours' unconsciousness. Therefore, I decided to take a walk to ease my mind. Gosh!, the school interior looks so massive and lovely. The door of each room looks ancient with furnished golden tinted paint that beautified it. My eyes wandering around the corridor, focus mainly on the write-up on each room, the first room has; 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥, behind it is where I am coming from,𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫,then a corridor that leads to the Dean office.

Lots of Magicorum uttered by everyone in front of the bedrooms, after which the doors opened and closed right away behind those who entered the rooms. After entering their room, Elizabeth, Johnny and even Alexander, were amazed at what they saw. Their room was so huge in surface and height that it could accommodate a whole class of students from Elmbridge there. In fact it wasn’t a room, but rather a small ... the inside of a small mansion.

Tall. Familiar. But just out of frame. Helena’s knees buckled. She didn’t know what scared her more: The photo. Or the fact that she knew whoever took it… Was still watching her. The light from Tessy’s phone flickered across the dust-covered floor of the abandoned counseling wing. The White Room was colder than the rest of the school—colder and strangely quiet, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.

The final bell had rung over an hour ago, but Room 212 still carried the faint echo of teenage chatter and scraping chairs. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the half-closed blinds, casting warm golden stripes across the rows of empty desks. Ms. Mayleen Pope sat alone at the front of the classroom, her elegant figure framed by the heavy oak teacher’s desk that had been there longer than most of the students had been alive.

The ceiling swam above her, and in her fading vision she imagined Samuel's cold stare—the gentle man she knew now delivering her to hell. The scalpel descended. She felt nothing. Her mind drifted far above her body, watching the doctor's steady hands move. … The hospital corridors carried that same antiseptic smell. Samuel stood outside the doctor's office, absently brushing his thumb over his wedding ring without realizing it. The doctor adjusted his glasses, expression grave. "We've reviewed Ms. Snowden's medical report, Mr. Terrason."

‎ ‎Damien hummed softly to himself, watching them disappear down the hall. ‎For once, he was very glad he wasn’t a dominant man. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎The hallway stretched ahead—dimly lit, quiet, a stark contrast to the pulsing city beyond the glass walls. ‎ ‎Zeke’s grip on Eli’s collar never loosened as he guided him through a side door, into a room Eli hadn’t seen before—an office or lounge, minimalist and cold, with sleek black furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline. ‎ ‎The door clicked shut behind them.