Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

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Then he broke free from the guards. He stared at me. "Lydia, have you forgotten how hard things were for us? "When we first started the company, we couldn't even pay for heating. We wrapped ourselves in one blanket just to stay warm. "We stayed together through everything. Have you forgotten?" I looked at that familiar face and felt only nausea. "You're living the good life now, aren't you? "You wear custom designer suits, take your little girlfriend in first class, and stay in executive suites. "Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"

"Mr. Carter’s office sent specific instructions for your file. You get zero benefits, minimum wage, and you work twelve-hour shifts cleaning the service corridors and the executive parking garage. If a single corporate executive logs a complaint about your presence, you are out on the street within five minutes. Do you understand the terms?" Adrian didn't read the fine print. He didn't look at the legal clauses that stripped him of his personal rights, his status, and his family name. He slammed the plastic pen down onto the paper, signing his name in rapid, violent strokes that tore through the thin sheets. His hand was trembling so hard the ink smeared across the wood.

If I did well, I'd reward myself with a trip to Evermont. I did exceptionally well, which meant I'd reached my goal. … However, when I got to the airport, I saw two familiar faces—Amelia and Caleb. Amelia looked awkward, staring at me as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. In the end, Caleb spoke first. "Colin, don't get the wrong idea. My parents gave me some money to travel, and I didn't want to go alone, so I brought Amelia with me. Besides, she's my servant now."

"Clean up your appearance. You'll embarrass me if you look so shabby!" I smiled bitterly in my heart. "Understood." I knew that the Porters looked down on me. Whenever we returned to the Porter residence, I would be bombarded by their relentless insults. Vincent, the illustrious president of Porter Corporation, was excellent from every angle. I was the only dark spot in his perfect life, forcing him to endure his relatives' mocking. However, he was also the one who chose to marry me. If I could turn back time and get another chance, I'd definitely refuse to marry him.

She said in an exaggerating manner that made Sia giggle. “ First, I will tell you about social classes. We are divided into classes. I belonged to the lowest class. We have to do whatever work is assigned to us. A level above me is Jay Sir; he has the specialized skill to deal with trade. You are a level above him. Above, you are the people who have attained immortality. Everyone always tries to go to the level above them.” I nodded my head in understanding and asked,“ What about Yorick?”

She wrapped herself up in a bathrobe and walked to the night stand. She fell into her thoughts. The Lu family did not have much and have already fallen even lower in their rankings. They were initially a top tiered second class family but now, they could only be considered middle tiered second class family while the Mu's on the other hand was a top tier fist class family. Normally, such families would pick their partners from other first class families or the hidden families If they were to marry for benefits and none would pick a family like hers. Besides, the Mu's were overly attentive to her and even though Mother Mu said it was because her mom was her best friend, she could sense that th

"When you are friends with the bosses of this place, there is no second rate parking." She must have been important to know the owners of this mall. More important than even Ozias and Ciaran. Money was something that controlled the world. In our world, it defined whether you were an A-class pack or nothing. Eugene had always coveted the title. Half-Moon was considered B-class by the royal family and it drove Eugene mad. The lower your rank, the less perks you had available, like paying a whole lot of taxes and unexpected land claims from the king.

She could not very well break down the gate and march inside the house now, could she? A gate man, whom she had never seen before, inquired what her business at the house was, and looked her car up and down with what looked suspiciously like distaste. For the first time since she got the car, Becca felt ashamed of it, then realizing that she had nothing to be ashamed of, raised her chin in defiance. This man probably did not even have a car, but he was judging hers? Well, to hell with him. At least, she had bought the car with money she had saved up as a student and was proud of it, no matter what some rude man thought. It only needed some painting and servicing and it would be just fine. Ma

Franky stands up from the couch and runs her hand through her beautiful blonde hair. “I know it feels like we are in a W*****d book or something.” Melina chuckles softly at her statement. “Yes, I can’t believe Thomas is the second in command to a mafia.” “Lower your voice, sis; his bodyguard is outside your door. I don’t think Thomas would be happy to find out I told you his real identity.”