Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

“Why? Do you think my mommy doesn’t match him?” “No, no… That isn’t what I meant. I’m saying that he’s not from the same world as us.” “Then what kind of world is he from? Mars?” Tania wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. She had no choice but to explain, “I’m talking about the world that we’re living in now! It’s divided into two classes: the rich and the poor. At the same time, there are those from the upper echelon of society and those from the ordinary social class. He is at the top of the hierarchy and we’re just regular people, got it?”

The exam scores were out, and naturally, my classmates did not perform as well as they did in their previous lives, having missed one of the tests. The impact of missing one test was enough to drop the quality of the college that someone could have gone to by a tier or two. Many of my classmates would end up either in vocational schools or go straight to work in construction sites or factories. "It's okay. Like I said, it's all in the past. After tasting the sweetness of Nina's lollipop, you can now taste the bitter hardship of life." I didn't accept their apologies. I walked straight into the mansion, treating them as insignificant pedestrians.

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

The little girl giggled and said, “This isn’t a sewer but an underground city. Low-class citizens like us can only live underground!” Low-class citizens? Underground city? Seeing Philip's stunned expression, the little girl skipped up to Philip. “What’s wrong? You’re not going to tell me that you're not a low-class citizen, are you? “But if you’re not a low-class citizen, why did you damage the mecha of the captain of the mecha patrol team?” The little girl said with a smile on her face. As far as she knew, the people living above the underground city were middle-class and high-class citizens, but they were also the enemies of the so-called low-class citizens.

“We shouldn’t focus our energy towards people who don’t matter in our lives. They talk a lot because their minds are empty.” The old woman’s head turned towards her direction. “That goes the same for you as well, dear. People won’t even feel the remorse because they think that celebrities aren’t like regular people. Let’s not just dwell with them, alright?” She saw Celestine roll her eyes, probably in annoyance. “I hate those people,” she said. “They annoy me so much.” She gave the box of donuts to the younger ones before she claimed the remaining space in the sofa that was reserved for her.

“The law clearly states that a A-Class or B-Class may take their mate…” “That law should never have been passed” Irene hissed, glaring at Sebestian. He was a A-Class! He should be putting an end to this ridiculous farce. “The old law should never have been revoked, A-Class and B-Class mixing, it’s unnatural. God is weeping for us all. Imagine the abomination that union would create” she screamed, pointing in her daughter's direction but staring at the fairy stomach. A mixture of A-Class and B-Class, it wasn’t right.

Marcus I glided down the stairs that lead to the cellar. It had that musky smell to it that made me cringe but it was where we resided during the day to avoid the sun and its' deadly rays. Apart of me wished that there was a special ointment that allowed us to go out during the day without bursting into flame and ash but I knew that there wasn't such a thing unless I dared to tread down the path of science and even then I was too terrified to even think about that. In some part of my brain I was sort of traumatized from an experience that I hardly even remembered. I kept that part of myself a secret. A lab rat for the scientists to experiment on and was never allowed to escape. But I did by

He says as he comes close to me. I thought that men like these had problems with money, since he did not look rich. He was just some low class, just like Rebecca. These low-class people sucked. But not Carlos. He is not that rich either, but I guess he is in the middle class. That is better than being completely poor. “Tell me what you want.” I say angrily. Patience was not on my side anymore. I was burning up with anger.