The S Class I Raised Novels & Stories

Let's go together after the class ended . Elina knew few of her classmates already got their money from their shares and few already bought new cars that of course a bit eye catching especially Mark . She heard from Lilian ,he got almost a billion profit from his investment and the shares he bought. He bought the new black Bugatti Veyron and indeed it's very eye catching especially to the young boys .

Richard said at last, still facing the window. Damien scoffed lightly. “Is that why you called me in here?” Richard turned around slowly. His face was relaxed, almost bored. “A black Tesla Model S. Seven million. Delivered to Clara’s address.” Damien shrugged. “I don’t see the problem.” Richard nodded once, as if considering that answer. “Go on.” Damien took that as permission. He always did. “She’s my fiancée. I spend my money how I want. It’s nothing new.”

I wanted to scream, run, and punch something all at once. … You need this Ivy. That’s it. Keep your head. Focus. Survive. I took a deep breath, wrapping my hoodie tighter around me, and waited. Somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of a car engine reached my ears. A sleek Mercedes-Maybach S-Class glided to a stop right in front of me. My stomach did a flip. Of course, it would be some ridiculously expensive car. Of course.

'I know right' was my spicy reply. Since it was such a beautiful sunny day, I got into my jaguar 8200, the latest model, and drove off in the direction of Stacey's house. I am what you would classify as a spoiled rich kid, the only difference is that I don't flaunt it in anyone's face and I don't act like I'm better than everyone, along with the fact that this kid has no parents. My Aunt Florence doesn't reveal much about my parents or all this money, so I stopped asking. Coming out of my thoughts, I realise that I'm in front of Stacey's house and I hear this aggravating voice that I pin to no one else but Mave.....Oops I mean Dave. I then notice that he's talking to me, so I switch my focus

"Jealous that you're a mistress? Jealous that you need a baby just to make your power play? Clara, living off the love a man tosses you like charity — doesn't that feel pathetic?" "Shut up!" The mask finally shattered. Her face contorted with rage, every trace of composure gone — as if I'd ripped away her last shred of dignity in front of everyone. She grabbed her phone and bag and stood up, looming over me, eyes burning with venom. "Who do you think you are? You're eight months pregnant and Adrian still doesn't want you! You know what he says about you when he's in my bed? He says you're boring. He says holding you makes his skin crawl!"

I shout, grabbing my keys and heading towards my car. My car is a black 2022 Mercedes Benz, C class. It is literally my baby. I hate to brag about me having money but what can I say? My parents are millionaires, and that's just my life. I arrived at school 5 minutes late but who cares, coach will never replace me as captain. I'm just too good. As I open the gym doors, all eyes were on me. I love being powerful, I love the control and domination I have for people.

The schism of status between them was as wide as the gap between a princess and a peasant. All of that was gone. On the contrary, it was her turn to be nervous and uneasy in his presence. Her erstwhile haughtiness and self-importance had escaped her like a puff of smoke. Zayn’s performance had blown her mind. He was not just any normal agent—he was a 4S-class superhuman powerhouse! She might be a hapless outsider when it came to powers like these, but she was aware of the significance of the ranks. 4S-class legends were those at the very apex of the human classes. They were the elites who were above the shackles of wealth. Anyone who reached that level of skill was likely capable of making h

The highest and rarest class is S, and the lowest is a C. A C-class beta is significantly weaker than an S-class beta. Doesn’t matter how hard they train; biology is against them. That’s just how this works. They will always lack something that the class above them has. I happen to not only be poor, well below middle class if you want to be fancy about it, but also a C-class omega. I don’t have to worry about being wanted by any alpha because I’m just not good enough. That’s basically what my DNA said to me.

Evelyn Larson's nephew, Maxwell Larson, has been staying at my home for 12 years. On top of sponsoring everything he has in life, I even view him as my own son. Heck, I'm the one who paid the down payment for Maxwell's new family home. But on the night we're having a holiday dinner, he throws me a list in front of everyone. "Uncle Lawrence, I've already hashed out the details with my fiancee's family. We'll be giving her family 700 thousand dollars as a wedding gift. You've raised me for so many years, so you need to prepare this amount for me." I frown instantly. "Didn't I just settle your down payment for you? Besides, Tiffany's about to get married soon. I need to save some money for

The car waiting for us wasn’t Peter’s usual one—it was new, sleek, and commanding. A 2025 Mercedes-Benz S-Class Maybach, glossy black with silver trims that shimmered in the sunlight. I hesitated to even touch it. As if reading my thoughts, Peter grinned proudly. “Oh, I got it yesterday while you were at the medical conference,” he said. “Do you like it?” I nodded, still stunned. “It’s… gorgeous, Peter.” He chuckled, brushing it off. “I’m glad you love it, sis.” Once we were in the car, Peter couldn’t stop talking about his last album.