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Elite Speak

The Crown Of The Elite

In a world where education shapes not only intellect but the future of society, the Neo-Soviet Federation, has established the Leadership Ascendancy Program (LAP) to cultivate the next generation of leaders who will run the country. The program selects the most promising high school student leaders from across the federation. These individuals are trained, tested, and pitted against each other to earn The title of "Sovereign Leader", the head of the SLP, who will not only oversee the future direction of the program but will also be groomed for a potential role as the future President of the country. Only one student can become the Sovereign leader, while others may claim supporting roles such as Deputy Sovereign leader,CEO or CEF while competing for Sovereign leader persons will be permanently eliminated—both from the program and their prospects for future leadership. Each year, the best student leaders from the country's most prestigious schools are chosen to compete, and only one will stand at the top. The twist? The competition is not simply about grades. It's about proving who can manipulate, dominate, and outmaneuver their peers in a world of political games, strategic battles, and social manipulation. The winner becomes the Sovereign Leader, the last person standing from their school, and has a chance to be given the ultimate political power of running the country. The program's purpose is twofold: to nurture an unbreakable ego capable of leading millions and to expose and exploit weaknesses that would make someone unfit for power.
Parago_n · 214 Views

Spoil me a Little

She's not deaf, not dumb; she can speak and even laugh. But what's the usefulness of talking when you can't explain your pain to people? What is the usefulness of smiling and laughing when you will later cry? Jean was a very beautiful and cheerful young girl, but she lost her mother at the age of nine. Instead of her father focusing on her and helping her forget the pain of the death of her mother, he went ahead and brought in his wife and children. Little Jean just wanted attention, trying to gain her father's love, but all her efforts were ruthlessly washed away. She regretted not having a mother and wished for her mother to not have died. She grew up alone, with no one to speak to and no one to make her laugh. Slowly, she started forgetting how to smile and how to speak; she even forgot how to show her expressions and emotions. She was a beautiful young woman with smooth skin that glowed like a doll. When she could smile, speak, and show emotions like a normal human, she wasn't the center of attention. But when she lost all these important elements of human life, it became easy to mistake her for a doll. The worst part was that even though people believed she was a doll, some perverts still wanted to take advantage of her. Just because she was now emotionless and had forgotten how to smile and speak, they thought they could exploit her. Oops! Don't be deceived by her angelic, doll-like appearance. She had lost all emotions and feelings not for them to take advantage of her; she was, in fact, a killing god. "Don't claim that! If it weren't for his timely intervention, that ugly Man would have been dead by now. But anyway, I will still go back to him; I won't leave him be until he's dead!" That was the letter she penned. "Jean do you want this store? just nod and it's yours" "the restaurant serve her the wrong food, Lock it immediately!" "Jean this is all my years property, please sign it, it's yours"
Lovegold · 1.9K Views

Hidden Past The series; Heart strings

In the sweltering heat of a Bangkok suburb, a new semester dawned on the public university, casting a spotlight on the city's most infamous clique: The Elite and The Tops. Renowned among students from various schools and universities for their captivating visuals, impeccable style, and intriguing aura, they were the epitome of youthful glamour and sophistication. At the heart of this tangled web were three individuals bound by a shared trauma: Siriporn "Siri" Ratanawong, the stunning 19-year-old architecture student with a secret she dare not speak; Ratchanon "Chan" Chaiyaphum, the charismatic law student with a penchant for painting and a hidden past; and Sarawut "Wut" Thongkham, the brooding medicine student with a talent for art and a soul tormented by guilt. Their lives had intersected in a tragic dance five years prior, when they witnessed the brutal murder of Siri's older brother, Chaiwat. The killer, shrouded in mystery, had left an indelible mark on their psyches, a scar that still throbbed with pain. As they navigated the treacherous landscape of university life, the past began to stir, like a serpent awakening from a deep slumber. The Elite and The Tops, sworn enemies since their private secondary school days, found themselves unexpectedly reunited at the public university. The tension between them was palpable, a powder keg waiting to ignite. Little did they know, their lives were about to become inextricably entwined once more, as the unknown killer began to weave his way back into their lives, leaving behind a trail of eerie whispers and unsettling memories. The scent of jasmine and smoke lingered in the air, a haunting reminder that the past was never truly buried. As the semester unfolded, Siri, Chan, and Wut would find themselves torn between their desire for justice and their need for survival. Would they be able to confront the darkness that had haunted them for so long, or would it consume them, once and for all?
sai4at_1 · 5.5K Views

Strictly, I Get Intimate With Elites, But There’s This Dumbass

Maybe having superintelligence is a curse. It could have been a blessing to Lee Yuri, but it had made her a bot, woman with zero empathy. A young Attorney has to juggle her life as a lover of buzz and casual flings. Zin Donghee the worlds dumbest man crosses her path and fate brings them together. Lee Yuri is destined to save the world but not with such distractions as a fool besides her. ————— The bustling music pop playing off the speakers at strategic places in the club with a pool of youths overshadowed their rants and chats blending in a nuanced atmosphere. Some guys lay waste of alcohol with girls over them.  Ladies dancing to the music in an almost synchronized other.  The focus is on a group of girls at a V.I.P. table taking shots and chit chatting. And then a hopeless gentleman being dragged to their middle. He had on a white T shirt with polka dots all over like a cow skin. He was made to stand before them. His mouth was agape many times, speaking and then agap again. The muse in the girls eyes as it glit severally positing their joy in his mystery. But what could possibly go wrong? It’s just a regular guy with some girls in their mid-twenties fresh from college in their miniskirts and revealing tops.  The noise around was sapped in to focus on this disagreeing little group.  “Zin Donghee don’t tell me you forgot your wallet again?” The girl in the middle of a total of five girls spoke up. Her face was red, red with embarrassment  with her twenty-nine years old boyfriend standing in front of her like a moron. No, a moron, standing before her. She clenched tight to her red purse, pushing it aside. “I’m sorry babe. I had to rush down on your call-“ “On your call” she mimics him. And the rest of the girls began to laugh. She eyed him. Zin Donghee had been working overnight  with the Manager of the bank where he worked as a mere messenger, running errands, his boss had some editing to do before the branch's supervision team arrive tomorrow and had gone out to get his boss coffee when his twenty-four years old girlfriend called him. She sounded as though she was going to die if he had not taken her calls or dropped what he was doing, risking his job as always to come rescue her. He smiled to himself, commending himself as he even walked passed the crowd of wasted youths, scouting for his short hair girlfriend and her crew. He managed to get through the crowd and found them at their Favourite spot at Cuckoo Club and resort. “I’m sorry, i must have left it on my Boss’ desk.” He said with miserable look on his face, with his eyes tearing up.  She shifted uncomfortably, screening him all over as he shook in fear of the unknown. She twitched her mouth. What was she going to do? She had promised her girls a night out, bills on her at the end of this month, like every other month. And had called her moron boyfriend to come sort their bills . The waiter had been standing their with a long slip of their bills. Her eyes itched. She didn’t even want to see the total cost of what they’d ordered. She had waited until this evening to get a credit alert from him but she didn’t, he didn’t transfer the half he promised.  She eyed him again. He stood looking like he’d pee on himself any moment from now. She said a silent prayer, hoping history won’t repeat itself. She sighed, disgusted by his countenance. “What about your salary?” She twitched her mouth, scratching her head. “You didn’t send the half of it like you do every month. You stopped sending the whole thing on the excuse you need to save up for rent. Now no money?” “Eunbi I swear I have that figured-“   “Oh shut your trash “ she cuts in. “If you had sent the miserable half I wouldn’t have had to call you up. Tell me, how useless can you get?” At this point, the eyes of the other girls pop  outed in amusement. It was about to get spicy between the duo. They adjusted as she stood up from their
Kendra_Leveledup · 554 Views
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