Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

“No one wanted any distinction.” So far, nothing new. “But…?” I ask. She nods. “But some of them were afraid their staff would be judged. By the VIPs. On looks, on class.” Her voice softens. “You know how that goes.” My gaze drifts across the others as they prepare their bars. “So,” Cassy says, now looking straight at me, “this seemed fairer.”

All the netizens called Gary an ungrateful bastard and Luke a son of a bitch. There would be people throwing eggs at their windows every day. But that wasn't all. In just a couple of days, I took the divorce to court and got back all the money that Gary had used his position in the company to steal. Gary had been to the company, but his access card had been confiscated a long time ago and he was locked outside. In the past, he had always thought he was better than everyone else because he was a senior executive, but now, he was not only fired by the Wing Group, but the other companies wouldn't dare hire such a shameless person.

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.”

“I want better. All the brothers do. Some are still mixed up with the ethnic shit from prison. Maybe they’ll change, maybe they won’t. The rest don’t really give a fuck. Families are diverse in their thinking and if we have each other’s backs and keep the club out of trouble, we can build something solid.” She rolls her eyes and looks at me like I’m stupid. “That’s easy to say but who the fuck do you have doing the cleaning? A wetback spic,” she bites out. “I was born in this country. I’m as American as you and your brothers, but I’ll always be a second-class citizen to the likes of you.”

Does she not deserve to be a first choice too? "Life is never fair and you can't blame others for that. And why does being a second-choice or third-choice matter when he loves you very very clearly. You are right to be mad at him for using you but this? If we go by your logic then nobody in this world deserves a second chance," Ayleen pointed out in a flat tone. She wasn't defending Asher. What he did to Serena was downright cruel and he deserved to be punished for that but Serena wasn't able to undesratnd it. Shanice had taunted her so much with first, second choice that she wasn't able to think above it. She also knew that Asher loved her unconditionally. Even though she didn't support his

"Please, God, take care of this ungrateful original wife." "She’s just a woman born in the lower class, inside and out, a cheap package. Now that Nathan has divorced her, she’ll never find a man better than him. One day, she’ll crawl back and beg for his forgiveness. At that point, Nathan better not show mercy. In the werewolf - centered social media and class - based discrimination, this is the offensive commentary."

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.”

"Mom!! She is not a thing. Her name is Crys......" "And I don't care!" She yelled, then inhaled and exhaled sharply "You are a first class citizen of this country, you should not be seen mingling with the low class country side riffraffs. You need to choose your friends wisely" Ouch!!

But I must have imagined the distant look on his face when he replied because she was indeed meh. Marcus's parents bought a beautiful violet evening dress for her. I am sure I would have looked ravishing wearing that. She did not look like she was used to such fancy clothes or jewelry. I may be a plebeian, but my family is not any less rich or powerful. We have lands, slaves, and live a similar life like affluential folks in the town do, and yet, we are considered second class citizens. So much for class exaggeration, and now they end up with such a plain looking barbarian girl who doesn't satisfy any legal conditions required for marrying a Roman citizen.

As a halfling, living in the Crescent Moon pack has not been easy. We halflings tend to get bullied by the purebloods. We get treated like low-class citizens. Purebloods are indigenes of the pack and they are the first class citizens followed by the halflings of purebloods and then purebloods from the captives. They are second-class citizens. We, the halflings and slaves, are low-class citizens.