Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

In fact, there was no other name in sight. The elderly couple at our residential complex gate were the same. The old man took his time helping his wife across the street; her name sat steadily in first place above his head, unchanged decade after decade. I stood frozen for a moment, suddenly dazed. So, this was what it felt like to be placed first. I turned my head to look at Lionel. He had his head down, replying to a message. Mom was in first place, Lindsay in second, and I was in third.

"And low class." "I'm afraid so." "My lady." My voice was shaking. I let it. "How can you say that?" She blinked. "I beg your pardon?" "They're *your* people." The words burst out of me. "Your own pack. The ones who farm your fields and bake your bread and hold your borders. Who paid your taxes, for twenty years, to fill that vault upstairs. And you look at them, dying on straw, and you see *vermin?*"

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

During our three years of marriage, my wife's mentally ill ex-husband, Daniel Chilton, had beaten me thirty-eight times. The last time, he mistook the vinegar on the kitchen counter for a highly corrosive cleaning agent and threw it in my face. I wanted to call the police, but Claire stopped me. "It's not a strong acid. Change your clothes and rinse yourself off." She looked at my soaked clothes, her voice weary. "Daniel thinks we're still married. Give me some time to explain, okay? Let me get him into treatment first." After a pause, she added, "There's something else. Daniel's kidney failure is getting worse, and he needs a transplant. Could you go to Harborview for an initial compa

“How so?” I inhaled slowly and exhaled in a hard way. “The thing here is Julian is not a billionaire. And that means that a lot of people would see me with him and they will automatically think that Julian is supposed to be a billionaire. But then because he’s not, they will look at him like a gold digger or someone who faked his way into my life.” He nodded. “I see where this is going. But why didn’t you go for somebody on the same level with you?”

The highest and rarest class is S, and the lowest is a C. A C-class beta is significantly weaker than an S-class beta. Doesn’t matter how hard they train; biology is against them. That’s just how this works. They will always lack something that the class above them has. I happen to not only be poor, well below middle class if you want to be fancy about it, but also a C-class omega. I don’t have to worry about being wanted by any alpha because I’m just not good enough. That’s basically what my DNA said to me.

Nadia's life would be secure, and she would also benefit. But of course, Tirta didn't know about that. "Oh, so you're the home wrecker? How could you steal your best friend's husband? Are you so unattractive that you have to steal someone else's husband?" Melati asked with a disapproving look. "Honey! Why are you being so rude?" Tirta snapped with wide eyes. Instead of being offended, Ajeng smiled. A smile that Melati saw as mocking. "It seems that the quality of human resources in this country is truly alarming. Even though cell phones are advanced and information is everywhere, people still believe in the stigma that a second wife is synonymous with a home wrecker. I'm sure you've heard of

My neck nearly snaps when I turn to look at her. “Commoners??” She shrugs, “If you told me about this crazy plan of yours when I saw you, instead of running away, I would have made sure you were placed higher.” “There’s something higher than Royals?” “I’m sure there would have been if Eddie Beaumont attended. But no, it’s Royals, Middle class, and commoners.” I shut my eyes briefly, the lowest of the lows huh? “At least I can see you during lunch break, and hopefully find her during that time if she isn’t in my class.”

Her expression darkened, and she said sharply, "Whether you agree or not doesn't matter. I've already sent out the paperwork. Besides, your office has been given to Zachary." Then, she warned, "Either you accept the reassignment, or you leave. But take my advice. You'd better think twice before walking away. After all, the company's preparing to go public." Her tone left no doubt that I wouldn't leave. In fact, this had happened far too often. In just a year, a few remarks from Zachary had demoted me again and again. I had endured it before. Hence, Beatrice was certain I'd be even less willing to walk away now.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.