Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

S AI capability I have all the resident to perform full medical and background check-up, each record was stored inside the database (Of course the Slaves and Maidens don't know, all the knew was it was just like a normal census). Every resident was given an Identification Certificate (Just like any normal ID on earth) the only difference was on the card there's a small detailed that differentiate the status, M is a full citizen with high priority (Given only to Maidens and Loyal Citizen with High Achievement's), C1 for Common citizen, C2 for Citizen with special Circumstances ( Slaves/ Property of the states), T1 is for a Temporary Visitor with High importance (Only a slip of paper given upo

“That won’t do. Julien is a salesman. According to his understanding, he belongs to the upper class. How can we let him do labor that belongs to the lower class?” “Mr. Cohen is very good at making jokes, but we’re all ordinary people. There’s no upper or lower class between us. If we had to distinguish, then except for you three, all of us are the lower class.” The manager waved his hand and turned to Julien. “What are you still standing there for? Go get a towel to wipe the car! This is your own mistake. You can’t be thinking that I will help you make up for it, right?” “Manager, I…”

The nurse – or more accurately, the civil worker from the government named Maari, who was acting as our temporary guardian in this registration of our new identities – continued to enlighten us. “Both of you will be classified as third-class citizens,” Maari explained, her voice carrying a tone of solemnity. “There are three tiers of citizenship here, and you are starting at the lowest.” She paused, her eyes meeting ours with a spark of earnestness. “But I hope you will strive to contribute your best to the nation.”

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.

"Very good. Steward Horne, I’m pleased with your work. From now on, you’re a member of the Reyne family." Steward Han's heart leaped with joy, and he quickly asked, "May I know what my status will be?" "First-class slave." Hearing this, Wilbur could not help but feel shocked and opened his eyes. To avoid drawing attention, he quickly shut them again, continuing to meditate. What shocked him was Divan giving Steward Horne the status of a first-class slave. In Buck Town, the lowest rank with a chance of survival was a third-class family slave. Ordinary cultivators needed at least a hundred years to become a second-class slave, and five hundred years to become a first-class slave.

"But it's so…" "Vacant? Empty? Void of life? Dirty? If that's what you're thinking, then yes, it is. Of course, not every part of the lower ring is like this." "The lower ring," he pressed down the remaining finger. "The lower ring is the ring that wraps round the middle ring and the upper ring. This is where the 'lower classed'"—he put it in quotes—"citizens live: the farmers, the maids, the male servants, beggars, low-ranked soldiers, and the list goes on. Anyone at the bottom of society lives here.

I should have done that in the first place. How dare he? How dare he laugh at me, make a mockery of me - in front of everyone!? But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. This is the world we live in, after all. And since we were kids, those Kincaid wolves always looked down on me. Humans – second-class citizens – that’s all we are to them. Wolves just…take what they want. And Cole Kincaid? Apparently, he wants me. Well, fuck what Cole Kincaid wants because I’m out of here. No big, burly, lurking, hulking, bird-brained idiot Alpha mates for me – not today, not fucking ever.

It was ridiculously interesting that I had to fold my arms and watch her deliver her speech. “These kids are crazy,” I heard Rye whisper, and I almost laughed out of control. She continued, “The rank 2 are people whose fathers own a company, but they don’t have direct access to the political world. They are very wealthy but not that influential. In other words, they are not on the same level as Rank 1. Courtney, Dela, Priscy, Williams, Kim, Louis, Thompson, Lucia, and Jade, belong to the group, as you can see”, pointing to them at the middle of the class.

I've gone to great lengths to ask Damon to leave my life, but he's the one who keeps holding me back. "I didn't pursue Damon at all. I even asked him to divorce me and ask him to marry you, but what did he say? He refused, in fact he clung to me even more. He even said he would keep me as his legal wife! Meanwhile, you're going to be a second wife, which of course means you'll be the butt of everyone's ridicule for being second. I wish you realized that the status of a second wife is the lowest status in this world. No woman wants to be the second woman. It's not like you to be so proud of that. You're so shameless."

“There are two kinds of people out there, Hoffman, and the superior class is the gate that divides us. You cross it, and you’re evolved. You’ll never be the same as those who didn’t. It’s like evolution.” “Oh, yea? I guess I’m stuck being Homo Erectus forever then, Mr. Homo Sapien.” Paxton erupted into laughter. “Miss me with that crap, Hoffman. If you’re Erectus, then what’s everyone else? Goddamned amoebas or something? Do you have any idea just how many superior class fighters out there wish they could be in a position as powerful as yours, Mr. Hoffman? There are millions of lives depending on you. Your every doing serves the nation and her people. After all the things you’ve done, you re