Caste: The International Bestseller Novels & Stories

She found it difficult to believe that anyone would be so racist and discriminatory after reading so many books. “Yes. That is the reason you are wrong. There is more than enough evidence to prove that you are wrong.” The professor spoke. “Usually I send imps like you to the principal. But, I am willing to go easy on you since you are a transfer student.” Sahithi’s face relaxed at those words. “However, I can’t let your insolence go unpunished. So, crawl on your hands and legs to the mythology section, pick up the book on caste system in India, crawl back to me and sit cross-legged where I can see you clearly.”

She opened the car door while playing with her phone. Even though Harvey’s achievements in the city were quite shocking, she didn’t care too much after hearing Lilian’s so-called “truth.” Not to mention, the host of the banquet, Eli Burton, got immediately interested in Xynthia at first sight. Eli was a Vaishya and also one of Frankie’s trusted subordinates within the Bharata Business Council. His status was extraordinary. In the magical country of India, the caste system meant everything, including everyone’s status. Eli was a Vaishya, meaning that his ancestors were all businessmen.

“There once was a girl, she was scum. Let’s call her B. In the food chain, she was at the bottom. She had a friend who we’ll call C. C was also bottom tier, but these two friends were always together. For a while, they endured the caste system together, but then C moved up the ladder. How, you might ask? By being beautiful. Puberty was kind to her, but the same couldn’t be said for her friend, B.” To be honest, I expected them to walk off immediately, but their curious faces seemed to be interested in the story. “Fast forward a few months and the beautiful C started pulling away from B. Do you know why? Because she was no longer poor. Her beauty had made it possible for her financial status

He didn't want Rapheal to marry a lower-caste girl who was on the same level as his family. Rapheal's Mum doesn't want Rapheal to only be used by that bastard girl to rob the Carl family of all their wealth. Because in this increasingly difficult and modern world, whodoesn't need money? For Rapheal's Mum, there is no love for the Poor and the Rich. Because, in the eyes of a woman ofanhonorablecaste like Rapheal's Mum, there is no true love based on wrongly accepting each other's shortcomings.

"Sasha, she ... needs you." Eustone stopped slicing and glance to Mrs Braun, surprised. "Sasha don't seem to be needing somebody." "She just act tougher but she's really soft like a marshmallow. She's just like that because someone had betrayed her and now she couldn't trust." Couldn't trust? He asked himself. Who the hell betrayed her and made everything hard for him? "I would never do that to her, I swear," he crossed his heart that made Mrs Braun smile. "I know... but he did."

If we weren’t careful, we could easily set off armed conflict by claiming the case system had returned. “I suggest we don’t actually say ‘caste,’” Jordan said. Fay nodded. “We can continue to call it a class system and indicate it’s gotten almost as bad as a system that locks people into a life based solely on the way they were born.” “Will just not saying the actual word be enough?” Maria, a beta from White Paw, asked.

The old book we found became our guide, containing secrets and clues that led us to even more surprising discoveries about the origin of the beyond the border. With each page we turned, it was clear that the caste system was an artificial construction, created to keep power in the hands of a few. The true essence of the beyond the border was a balance of forces, where all categories - alphas, omegas and betas - played important and complementary roles. We decided to share this revelation with those who were willing to listen. We organize meetings, conferences and debates, bringing together leaders, academics and activists committed to the pursuit of equality. As we presented the discoveries

Throughout my extensive career as a professional shield-guard, my assignments had forced my presence inside numerous high-caste Alpha estates, allowing my senses to witness exactly how romantic alliances systematically fractured into absolute hatred due to a massive gap in tribal hierarchy. “My logic simply calculates that this arrangement will inevitably collapse under the weight of the caste system. Besides, my spirit has adapted completely to navigating a carefree, independent existence across the wild borders. My biology is entirely incapable of morphing into a fragile, noble clan lady. That lifestyle is fundamentally alien to my nature.”

They sat on chairs outside the room with their pints of beer. Damien lit the end of the cigarette stuck between his upper and lower lips with the lighter, inhaled the smoke of serenity, and released it into the open air. Meanwhile, Reinhard kept his eyes on every human who passed by. "The caste difference here is too disgusting." "That's how it is. Moreover, there is a war between races. The strong will certainly get better treatment. While the weak will become more and more miserable." "Then what are you going to do?" Damien took a sip of the cold beer that was in his medium-sized glass. "We're sticking to the plan as merchants while continuing to seek information. However, given the caste

"Alpha, your father sent us to bring you home." Only then did I realize Damian was the Alpha of the Maple Pack, a half-blood Alpha who moved unseen between human towns and the packs. Soon, Damian left. Winter Solstice came. All the staff from the inn applied for leave to return home. In the end, I was left alone as the hustle and bustle died down. I would face this holiday in solitude, just like the many holidays I had spent before Julian took me in. I was used to it, though. I made some simple pasta and sat by the window.