Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

"How dare you point a gun at me? I'll make sure you're left with nothing! Do you even know who I am?" Justin let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with disdain. "Of course, I know who you are. A self-righteous member of the so-called upper class. A high-and-mighty elite. A parasite feeding off the common people, sucking them dry. Someone who's lived her entire life enjoying privilege, treating human lives like bugs. People like you—even if every last one of you were executed, it wasn't without reason."

Our wedding had been delayed from morning until evening when a hotel employee accidentally added me to their staff group chat. "The groom said there's no need to put as much effort into it when the second bride comes in. We're only getting a few hundred dollars in extra electricity and venue fees out of this one anyway." Everyone in the group was complaining and saying they wanted to go home. "Can they just call off the wedding? This whole thing feels like a joke. I don't even want to make these few hundred bucks." I stared at the messages in confusion. What did they mean by a second bride? Were they talking about my wedding? The hotel had clearly told us there was a delay because something

I venture. She makes a thoughtful sound, her head tilting slightly. “Not necessarily,” she says after a pause. “If people come from money but don’t actually do anything in society, they’re not considered elite. There aren’t many of them, but those that do exist are considered bottom tier citizens.” My eyebrows raise in surprise. “Really? Why is that?”

When she finished, she sat at the edge of the bed, surrounded by a hollow silence. Before meeting Sean, she had neither prestige nor a name. Being well-known in her village didn't translate to being a media darling in the city. But ever since she aligned with Sean, her life had transformed. The wealthy man appeared kind and responsible, providing her with a lavish life where no material need went unmet. Yuan had been truly pampered, eventually becoming known to the public as Mrs. Alexander.

"Don't blame me. The male leads in this world are too difficult. Every one of them looks like they love me to death, but none of them can reach absolute affection." Her smile sharpened. "That's because you exist. Once I take your data, I will succeed." After that, my days in the convent blurred together. Humiliation, abuse, and endless degradation became the norm. Injuries covered every part of me that clothing could hide. I no longer even had the strength to end things myself. I begged the System again and again to let me leave. It answered coldly that the rules allowed only one exit. I had to end my own life. The System could not intervene.

“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

Then she wrote one more thing and passed the note back. coffee after. not optional. Elara read it. For the first time all morning she felt something ease in her chest the specific relief of being known. Of being in a room where she was Elara the student, Elara who sat in this row, Elara who had opinions about Professor Okafor's marking criteria and always had a spare pen. Not Elara the contract. Not Elara the second choice. Just Elara. She wrote back. coffee after. Coffee was at the place across the street that had been the unofficial annex of the business faculty for as long as anyone could remember small and loud and always slightly too warm, with tables that were never quite clean and cof

he answered my question to him. Perks of being in a high position in a particular society. They can do whatever they want. Like in the world I came from, if you belong to what they call High Class, you can do everything you want, you can buy everything you want, and you can step on the people below you. When you are in the Low Class, you are the poorest in the world because all the people above you will enslave you, and they will do whatever they want with you.

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

The largest shareholder in Verz Incorporation felt disgusted mentioning his nephew's husband's name, so he deliberately changed it to 'that bloody guy'. Abby, who initially felt strange about her uncle's question, slowly the suspicious began to disappear because she heard the information that Gregory had just shared. Meanwhile, Vanessa was still eating her meal in silence, and so was Joseph Martin Alonso's daughter-in-law. That atmosphere was quiet again, but the young lady suddenly thought back to her spouse, even though they were in different places from each other.