Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

“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?”

Like a damsel in distress and a prince. A struggling businesswoman and a billionaire. I was worth nothing now. He was going to do whatever he wanted and I couldn't do anything. I signed the paper and handed it over to him. I wiped my tears angrily and watched as he examined the paper. “Good. You have two days to move out.”With that, he got up with his mistress and walked out.

“Simple. I am Christopher Grayston’s ex-wife. The remainder is up to you to determine. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to thank you for your time. I have companies to run.” My new assistant and I had a leisurely stroll together. He walked through the door and into the room where the two company employees were waiting and opened it for me. The hall was enormous, in keeping with the size of the two companies. I walked in and started dressing my employees in the attire of the newly elected president. However, I realized that everyone was preoccupied with making so much noise and was not even paying attention to me. No, not because they didn’t notice me arriving, but because they view me as someo

"I always love to share knowledge, I don't mind. Especially to those who most certainly can't afford it. Now according to Economy, 'there is the 'poor', there is the 'working class', there is also the 'lower middle class', the 'upper..." "Elite......." There was total silence in whole dinning room, and I wasn't even hearing the clinking of cutleries on plates anymore. "I belong to the Elite class and of course, I did understand that you said. I just felt it was quite materialistic, and that isn't giving." I waved it off literally. I had decided to reply the woman just as she deserves, and not care how Carter would feel. He wasn't willing to stand up to her for me, so maybe I should just do s

“Beta Jax made a new rule. All teens have to pick a training program or a community class. We actually wanted to join the make-up class run by Luna Celine.” My heartbeat quickened when I heard that name, but I said nothing and let her continue. “But we weren’t accepted. They said only kids from Class Two or Three could join. We’re all Class One. Children of gardeners, cleaners, and kitchen workers. So when no other class would take us, Sera told us your class was still open.” She lowered her head. “We came because we had nowhere else to go. We’re sorry, Luna.” I froze. For a moment, I felt a surge of anger, not at them, but at this system. At the cruel fact that even children had to learn ea

"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."

Most of these people were ranked from the first class which is the high-status family, and then come next, the middle class who can tag along if they have what it takes to belong. But, the lower class is not permitted to enter. Had it been that Scarlet did not know Mr. Ford, she won’t have had the gut to come here. “Look who we have here!” Sally’s voice was heard as she giggled in mockery, her friends were trailing right behind her. Scarlet was startled as her heart started to race faster, she didn’t expect the daughter of the devil to welcome her first. Scarlet quickly veered around to walk away but Sally stopped in a mocking tone.

"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."

She remembered the day her father had said, “Girls don’t amount to nothing.” The pain it had caused her was the worst. She couldn’t sleep for nights until she found that justice was what she wanted to serve. The abstract notion of justice applied on all beings. Humans or aliens. But here on Canneti, the humans were the second class citizens. Well of course until the APN took over. Now they were the reigning party members. The journey of Indrani from a student leader in St. Luso’s to an active APN party member was nothing less than fascinating. She had recorded every feeling and emotion in her diary.

He was trying to get a reaction out of me, and I wouldn’t fall for it. “I can see you still stink of arrogance,” I said coolly. “Money can never buy class. Even with all your wealth, your rotten character still makes you look like a pauper. No, wait—a pauper still has better character than you. You think and act like a church rat. You don’t fit in here, where men and women of class stand.” Jason let out a low chuckle. “If I don’t have class, then who in this room does? Maybe being in that mental home tampered with your memory.”