Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

“Natsumi already apologized, but my grandfather's shirt will make up for her. He is so rich that he compares himself to a poor girl who can't afford a branded vest? Your conscience is lower than the chemistry test scores of a 12-F student.” Yes, class F is famous for being the worst class in school, chemistry scores are so low, now there's a guy whose conscience is even lower than chemistry, students in class 12-F can't help but exclaim excitedly. "Go on, sister" "Treat the old man!!!" “My Idol...” Heavily mocked, the fat man growled like an old wolf that had been starved for months: "My shirt can be ignored, but my honor has been ruined by you, how will you pay?"

"It isn't entirely your fault. After all the trouble came from Carmen." Emmett smiled bitterly. "Truthfully, most of the rich and elite families are patriotic and noble citizens.. Yet, there exists a handful of jerks who think highly of themselves. Although they scorn the middle class, they are always in search of them to work for them." "Enough already love birds. Don't forget I'm still single. My eyes is already burning from all these lovey dovey touches you both are doing. You hurting my feelings too." Sonnia cut in as she rolled her eyes at them.

The woman defended, peeking into the store shut against them. “ Sore? Ha! We, the commoners have been loyal to their brand since its break into the industry! The second they grow into some big-shot multi-billion dollar company, they forget their roots and abandon the loyal customers who have patronized them for decades! Catering to the elite class and treating others as trash! How ungrateful!” The other woman bellowed.

“Too poor.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “It’s not up to our elite standard,” she clarified, setting her coffee down with an exaggerated sigh. “Do you even understand the kind of people who attend these event? These are not middle-class nobodies; they’re power market brokers, politicians, society’s elite. We are not doing… that.” Each time I suggested something, her response was the same: “Too simple,” “Too common,” “That’s for low lives,” “Unacceptable.”

His lifestyle was extravagant, and he had no qualms about flaunting his wealth. "Freddie Hale… I mean, Freddie Warner was in my class back in middle school. I remember him well because back then, he was just a little punk who often teamed up with outsiders to bully other students. Here's our middle school graduation photo."

“If nothing holds you back, be part of our team. You will be well-compensated, and your gift will have room to grow. Yet, my family—the very werewolves who abandoned me—occupied my heart and mind. By leaving with the research team, I feared that they would be anxious for my safety. Before my body had time to heal, I dragged myself home. However, the illusion of a happy family was all in my head. No one missed me when I was gone as they were too busy fussing over the wolfless Wendy. There was no reason to hesitate. I should’ve joined George’s expedition a long time ago. First thing in the morning, Camile showed up with a bunch of gifts. However, I could tell these so-called gifts were Wendy’s

“You’re calling me names when you don’t even know what you’re talking about!” “Do you even know who you’re talking to?” She laughed “I don’t care,” I shot back. “And I don’t need to know.” “Lily…please calm down… ” Sebastian tried. “No!” I snapped, not even looking at him. “I’m tired of this!” The girl’s friends stepped forward immediately. “You’re a Class C,” one of them said sharply. “You don’t get to talk back to someone above you.” That did it , This whole Classification nonsense was such a mind fvck! I was tired of it being a normal concept.

“I see where this is going. But why didn’t you go for somebody on the same level with you?” “Come on. Not you.” I said, “We can’t keep doing this. I expected you to be different.” “I am different, Silas. I’m just talking to you about how I feel. You should have gone for somebody who is on the same social ranking with you. It wouldn’t be bad to go out with another billionaire. Understand the ropes. Instead of going out here in buses.” “The bus is your problem, huh?”

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“The Madam is pregnant! How could you let her go hungry like that? Even intimacy has to be in moderation!” Seville stood there obediently, not daring to argue. I secretly laughed and tugged at the maid’s sleeve, whining that I was starving and needed food. Only then did she stop lecturing and bring me something to eat. Seville didn’t get any because she said he needed to learn his lesson.