Female Commoner Novels & Stories

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.

She could feel the fluids pouring out from her womanhood, probably dried up by now on the bed. It's probably true that she's safe. Her boss won’t impregnate her. Why would he? A woman like her, with low education and no decent job, wouldn’t be carrying the child of someone like him. She’s very low class, with nothing to boast about. She’s just right for someone like Baron, who, like her, has low education and works as a bagger in the market. God, she’s disgusted with herself. What could be the reason for those men to take her husband while they have nothing in life? She sighed and got dressed.

, Henry thundered. “I will do it myself. I made the wrong love and husband choice and have paid for it ever since. But now, enough is enough. He has crossed all limits. I have been going easy on revenge. No more. I will bury him alive. I owe it to all the women. Especially those like me, who are not pretty. Neglected and looked down upon by most and suffering from inferiority complex due to our looks, we tend to be easily swayed by little words of praise and love”, Sarah said, her voice getting steadier by the word.

Fuckmeat: *Dude's term for a woman in whom he has no interest other than sex. * A woman whose sole purpose is to provide sexual relief for her boyfriend or master. Sandra was a modern, liberated woman. She'd been to the rallies, read the books, attended the classes. She knew that men's attitudes had improved over her lifetime, but were still a long, long way from perfect. And she'd prided herself on raising a man who would respect women, and treat them as equals. She'd been so proud of her son, even when he'd gone through his teenage years.

He wasn't entirely surprised that she would show up to a professional meeting so casually dressed. While he could hold his tongue and keep his knife-sharp comments to himself, the angered Navarro didn't care who he offended in the moment. "Why is she here?" Elliot glared at the woman in question. Even if you didn't know her name, anyone who came from money could tell that her nouveau riche was made by climbing someone's bed. She didn't possess the sophisticated yet haughty air people of money possessed. It was clear that she was a commoner who became rich overnight, gaining her power and influence by seducing the man she was to marry, something considered unsuitable for a woman who was suppo

Not long after as the carriage passed by, the commoners returned to normal lives creating a noisy street filled with people who were less fortunate. “Lyon, what do you think of the commoners?” The princess asked while looking out the window, forcing herself to let out a smile as they turned right on a street filled with more commoners. “They are the less fortunate” “How are they less fortunate?” “They were born with lesser mana, thus they are less fortunate from nobles gifted with large mana reserves inside their bodies” “Is that so…” The princess frowned as they moved forward to an empty street where not a single soul could be found, buildings were vacated and the road was filled with holes

the lady muttered and a petite woman entered the room. "Mefrou," the woman bowed down, and the lady scuffed. She scrunched her nose in disgust and looked away. She hates poor people. According to her, they're only good to clean rich and high-class people's poo. The woman was standing silently while gazing at the floor. She was trembling badly. She knew what this she-devil is capable of. She flickered her fingers, signaling the woman to start talking. "Mefrou, she has started living with him. And...," The lady raised her hand making the woman stop talking.

And to do that, I have to get rid of a third party that could cause potential misunderstandings. I need to crush that pest like a bug. “I can’t blame you, my dear grandchild. That so-called “Lycan Queen” is anything but a Queen. It was only right for you to tell her off. She’s just not suited for the position. Many of the people think so too and not just us. The people will never accept a commoner to rule together with someone as outstanding as our King. With an unknown background, she’ll never be able to make the people trust her. For sure, she’ll only be embarrassed to even claim herself to be a Queen. So pathetic. Even her parents are not even that rich, they look like they barely even ea

"I guess, although to be honest, most of the chosens didn't leave much behind. It's like their ancestors look for women who have no real close family or friends. Someone who would welcome a fresh start." A chiming sound ended their deep discussion, and for the next while, a parade of women of varying styles and personalities came through, but the one thing they all had in common, make that two things they had in common, was they were all plump-nothing smaller than a size twelve, it seemed-and they all adored their husbands. All, that is, except for one woman who arrived late. She kept to herself, and when Diana tried to introduce herself, the pinched-faced woman said she had no interest in m

For the life of them, they could not understand how a penniless man like him could be with such a elegant and beautiful woman. The women, on the other hand, were experiencing unparalleled shock. The woman before them was refined and elegant, and not to mention having an appearance that was completely out of scale. One could tell with a single glance that she was a person of wealth and high status. "Fair, rich and beautiful" could not even come close to doing such a lady justice. In contrast, women like themselves could only be relegated to the "plain Janes" category.