Second Class Citizen Novels & Stories

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.

“There are two kinds of people out there, Hoffman, and the superior class is the gate that divides us. You cross it, and you’re evolved. You’ll never be the same as those who didn’t. It’s like evolution.” “Oh, yea? I guess I’m stuck being Homo Erectus forever then, Mr. Homo Sapien.” Paxton erupted into laughter. “Miss me with that crap, Hoffman. If you’re Erectus, then what’s everyone else? Goddamned amoebas or something? Do you have any idea just how many superior class fighters out there wish they could be in a position as powerful as yours, Mr. Hoffman? There are millions of lives depending on you. Your every doing serves the nation and her people. After all the things you’ve done, you re

I looked at him in shock. Waitress: Thankyou sir. Thank you so much. She started bowing at him repeatedly while crying hard. Dylan: It's alright but this is your last warning. Next time, don't ever insult someone. You shouldn't judge people by their clothes. Just because someone belongs to lower​ class, it doesn't mean that he/she have no rights to sit with rich people or breathe in the same air. A person's work and talent define his/her class not their clothes. Just like my Eve, she too belongs to a middle-class family. She doesn't need any Chanel or Gucci to adorn her beauty. In fact, her decent clothes and natural face is enough to give her an appearance of a queen.

"Ye can't afford it, ye are a dreg. Don't waste my time 'ere." Sheila frowned. "Ye are a dreg too, why are ye rude to yer own person?!" "Hey! Whatcha yer word! W'o told ye I'm a dreg, I'm a second-rate." "It doesn't make any difference. The elites still consider second-rates as dregs. Shame on ye! I am only askin' ye for the price, 'ow rude." "A dreg can't read, why do ye want the newsprint for? Outta of here!"

"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

His lifestyle was extravagant, and he had no qualms about flaunting his wealth. "Freddie Hale… I mean, Freddie Warner was in my class back in middle school. I remember him well because back then, he was just a little punk who often teamed up with outsiders to bully other students. Here's our middle school graduation photo."

I should have done that in the first place. How dare he? How dare he laugh at me, make a mockery of me - in front of everyone!? But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. This is the world we live in, after all. And since we were kids, those Kincaid wolves always looked down on me. Humans – second-class citizens – that’s all we are to them. Wolves just…take what they want. And Cole Kincaid? Apparently, he wants me. Well, fuck what Cole Kincaid wants because I’m out of here. No big, burly, lurking, hulking, bird-brained idiot Alpha mates for me – not today, not fucking ever.

"Please, God, take care of this ungrateful original wife." "She’s just a woman born in the lower class, inside and out, a cheap package. Now that Nathan has divorced her, she’ll never find a man better than him. One day, she’ll crawl back and beg for his forgiveness. At that point, Nathan better not show mercy. In the werewolf - centered social media and class - based discrimination, this is the offensive commentary."

“No one wanted any distinction.” So far, nothing new. “But…?” I ask. She nods. “But some of them were afraid their staff would be judged. By the VIPs. On looks, on class.” Her voice softens. “You know how that goes.” My gaze drifts across the others as they prepare their bars. “So,” Cassy says, now looking straight at me, “this seemed fairer.”

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.