Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

"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.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Serena said impatiently, her gaze piercing. "But here is my advice for you. Have some dignity. You brought this disgrace upon yourself. Just let her go." "Disgrace?" "What else would you call it?" Serena’s patience snapped. She spat out her words. "You think sleeping with Elara under the guise of childhood sweethearts makes your relationship pure and innocent? Everyone sees right through your filth! A man and a woman on a business trip, and you only book one hotel room. You're both adults, Vittorio. Don't insult my intelligence and tell me you were playing hide-and-seek in that room!"

He raised his eye brows and said. "(sigh) let’s not waist our time talking about other things, I wanted to talk to you about the second step, I thought that our first step is going take time but that Smith is an asshole seriously, I didn’t think that he will fall for you this easily, well good for you". Liam’s pov.

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

“I can tell someone's already tipsy.” “Of course not! Anyway am off to party and dance till my feet drop dead. Stay in your apartment with your boring boyfriend.” Her friend cut the call and Madeline couldn't have been more happier. She pondered on her friend Jane's words. It's not that she was a boring person but at this stage in her life, Madeline couldn't afford to slack off and loose herself for even a second. Unlike Jane who came from a pretty good family background, she could freely lance around but that wasn't the case for Madeline.

Prince Simon's POV It was a fine morning filled with disparity as always and Athens being its normal self. This disparity arose from the fact that choices were not made by one’s self but by your parents. Athens was just its normal mining self and I was being the boring cripple, a lie which I made all the Athenians, including my parents, believe, just to be free from the work load. Even with the fact that I have told them that I am crippled, they still dump all the paper work of Athens on my desk.

“Second, even if all those prejudices from the servants didn’t exist, I would still feel unworthy of you. Our worlds are different.” “It’s not just about social class—it’s because our worlds are truly different. Your life and mine are not the same. When I only know spoons and forks as basic eating utensils, in your world even spoons are divided into several types, as are forks and knives. Such trivial details are enough to highlight the difference between us.”

“Mother, what would you have me do? Continue to sit back there looking so like a mess before Hireath? Someone I made life hell for? Someone I wished dead? Someone I abandoned and left all alone to suffer in the cold world after we sent her on exile, beating and leaving her half dead?” “Is that what you want, mother? I've always known you to be shameless but how can you sit back and act like nothing's wrong before someone you didn't treat like a human. Mother, I'm sorry to disappoint you but if the hell the Halo clan needs to prevent us from going extinct is going to come from the one we made her whole so miserable. Then count me out. I don't need to be a part of this anymore.” Hector flared

“You have to choose between us because I will never share you with her.” Aiden chuckled slightly, his words slurred from alcohol. “Claire, we’re done. I don’t love you anymore. I never did. You were just… there. For three years, you were just my toy. You see her?” He pointed at Serena. “This is my class, rich, classy, elegant. Have you looked at yourself?” He scoffed. “Do something about your life. Or better yet, disappear forever.” He grabbed Serena’s hand and walked out, leaving me behind.