Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

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.”

“How on earth did she become the queen and ruler of this mighty pack? For someone we all treated worse than a slave. Someone we wanted dead. Someone we ridiculed, mocked, disgraced, flogged, scorned, banished and exiled like plague. How then did she manage to come out alive and make her way up to the top?” “Mother, I never knew a day like this would come. A day I would feel so ashamed and embarrassed of myself. I don't even know how to cover my head in shame. I wish the ground would just open and swallow me. Death would have been a much better punishment than this.” Hector felt a cold shiver through his spine. He couldn't breathe properly.

“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.

"Clean up your appearance. You'll embarrass me if you look so shabby!" I smiled bitterly in my heart. "Understood." I knew that the Porters looked down on me. Whenever we returned to the Porter residence, I would be bombarded by their relentless insults. Vincent, the illustrious president of Porter Corporation, was excellent from every angle. I was the only dark spot in his perfect life, forcing him to endure his relatives' mocking. However, he was also the one who chose to marry me. If I could turn back time and get another chance, I'd definitely refuse to marry him.

My two loves, I still can’t believe how blessed I am to have them both in my life. “We’re home,” Sebastian says with a smile and we make eye contact in the rearview mirror. Home. I never realised it before, but I never had a home. Wiltshire Estate was just that; an estate. There was no warmth within its walls, no love from my family, and loneliness surrounded me at every turn. At our villa things are so much different; my staff members feel like family and there was warmth at every turn.