Female Commoner Novels & Stories

“Oh, maybe it's because the Crown Princess was well respected among the commoner. That is why she deliberately copied a commoner's trend?” It's implicated that Fuschia is as low as a commoner in status. And ignorant to the High Society's trend. "Come on, I don't think so. Even though I heard that the price of premium fabrics is getting more and more expensive lately, it still doesn't make sense if you can't make full covered clothes," This time they implied that Fuschia was broke. “I heard there’s a certain area in the outskirts of the capital that woman goes almost naked even when leaving the house,”

"Men are men, lady. I'm tired down to the bones. Let us be men even for awhile He was old. His skins showed it's freckles. In the dim light, she knew from their looks how they crave for young woman. how disgusting, she thought. Old people must stay at their homes at their places like the old de Leo In that chaos, she was aware that she was the only one who didn't enjoy a thing She hurried towards the door. She opened it. Night had clothed the world the other side of the world. Glad that no one had known her there, she walked fast to avoid attention. Right, no one cared if a lady walked there. This was a people's place. Public. Maybe no one had known the ladies names of all the states. The la

Jenna was puzzled. "Young Madam, although that is in fact true, she would not settle with the typical workers. She wished to look for a public official or someone who had some achievements in their career but how would she be up to taste for people like them? There are more women with better qualities than her that matched their choice. Although the pay for working here in Richards Manor was pretty decent, she was only a servant after all and her family condition wasn't the best. With her high standards, it will be harder for her to be paired once she gets older." Meroy analyzed the situation seriously, which Jenna agreed to.

They were not at the main topic yet, and Titus had already made it look like she was scheming to approach his son for money. Did all wealthy people have the common illness of nitpicking? “It differs according to the person. Indeed, many people are like that. However, I can’t possibly have no males friends because I’m a woman, right? Does President Costner have no female friends at all?” Catherine could not help but retort.

"Oh? You plan to kill me, huh?" "Even if a nobody like you were to die, no one would give a shit about you at all," Jay retorted maliciously. Cassian was instantly overwhelmed with so many emotions. Right… This was the tragedy of being a commoner in this world. Regardless of the era, no one cared about the life and death of commoners. The powerful people thought of commoners as lowly peasants. The rich thought of them as the impoverished. As for the elites, they all viewed the commoners as losers who wasted the resources provided to them by society.

"Marriage? Let me see. At this point? Hmmm. Not a fat chance. Maybe a couple of years from now if I find a suitable wife." Come to think of it, Fem is the only other person aside from myself who I've confided to with my plans in that department. "Suitable wife? What's that? Like a corporate application? An applicant? Shit, you guys really have a different mold of mind from the rest of us. For us humble commoners, when we want a husband or wife, we don't look for a suitable one. We let love lead us to them." She smirked and looked at the distance stretched before us.

I wondered why they were still standing there instead of returning to their duty posts. "I know that our new wife is finding it hard to adapt to the royal system because she's a poor commoner," Queen Zinnia laughed, mockingly staring at me; I don't know why she kept on picking on me. I mean, it's just too early to start that! "Aren't you ashamed that a poor commoner, as you called her, is far prettier than you are?" One of the Queen's defended me; I didn't expect that as Zinnia's cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

Shaykh: "...... Well, that really doesn't work." "And he was so ugly," Evelyn tried to recall, shaking her head, "fat, bloated, balding, smelly, a good-for-nothing man by normal aesthetics, the only thing that made him likable was his status, his position, and his money. " "He had a sick and dying wife and kept many mistresses outside, my mother being one of them. She was a commoner from a lowly background but craved power and wealth, and being a mistress to someone powerful was the only thing she could come up with, after all, she was very good looking."

Her face is grim but laced with a menacing smile. How can I answer her without telling them that I lived with their king before? I know Elijah doesn't mind even a commoner knows their language. "Because the king is not like you, who's too absorbed in the idea of ​​being a noble. Your status is not a privilege for you to act high above others. It's only your luck that you're born into nobility. You breathe the same air, you eat food, you sleep, you feel hungry, and you feel tired. The commoners do the same and feel the same. The only difference is, your status and wealth." I promised him. If only human beings did not invent that status defines how you treat people, this will not happen in the

She was smiling. “I have come to pick the boys. Their father wants them to go on a holiday.” I uttered with a straight face. “But they are in the middle of their studies. They will miss their tutoring and Don Gustavo doesn’t like his boys missing their lessons.” The woman had adjusted her body to give the impression that she was in charge. “What is your name ma'am?” I asked, trying not to sound disrespectful. “Inez. Ma’am.” the lady's voice came. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.