The S Class I Raised Novels & Stories

"Gerald, get in the car! Why waste your breath arguing with scum like them? You've played the patient little turtle for ten years already. Haven't you had enough?" "Thanks, Thomas." I opened the car door and let Jean get in first. The engine roared as Thomas slammed on the accelerator. Before pulling away, he stuck his head out the window and shouted upstairs. "You little b*stard! Don't let me catch you outside, or I'll beat your ass every time I see you! "Gerald, I'm here to take you to live in a damn mansion. Time to wash off all this bad luck!" The Maybach shot off down the street, leaving behind a cloud of exhaust and swirling snow.

Heck, everyone from Moonlight Class is here! "Now, let the real class begin!" Sir Ian chimed as all of our jaw dropped. No way!!! Another joint class!?!

Something in my heart said all he wants to do is protect me. After my conversation with Xander, I quickly got dressed in a comfortable outfit. As I was getting ready, Jamie, Xander’s driver, called me. I left my room and greeted Jamie with a smile and good morning. The car that awaited me was a stunning S-Class Mercedes-Benz. It’s like my dream car came to life. Absolutely gorgeous! I got into the car, and Jamie took the driver’s seat. I couldn’t help but ask, “Jamie, are you sure Xander doesn’t need you? I can take the bus if it’s an inconvenience.”

I wrote back: I met Six. She raised an eyebrow at me before responding: "Ok, and? I waited a while before responding, and I hit him in the eye with my calculus textbook before running away. I take my blessing back! The stupid girl burst out laughing, and Six chose that moment to walk into class. The shiner I caused starting to appear under his eye, which only made Summer laugh harder. By now, even the teacher thought she was losing it.

It was still better than what Cat's mother had said the day the judge had her admitted based on the doctor's recommendation. “You were always strange. I thought it was growing together, instead it got worse. You're completely out of control, you're talking crazy ... Your father and I raised you well, we invested so much, I don't understand how it got this far. Catlynn, you have to understand that this is not acceptable for people of our class. "

Scott rolled his eyes, “Truth is bitter, my friend.” A striking black and glistening Mercedes-Benz S-Class has arrived with a well-dressed chauffeur to pick them up. One look at the car and Penelope's jaw slackened. Because it was not a car but a testament of classiness and luxury. The chauffeur greeted them politely before arranging their luggage in the back. They ensconced inside and the car embarked towards Murphy's family home. “Wow, the atmosphere here is heavenly. Much better than Bloomcrest. Isn't it, penny?” Claire peeked out the window as a jubilant look crossed her face..

I picked up my phone, grabbed my bag, and headed out of the house. …. “Do you still know how to drive?“ Lucas asked as soon as we were on the road. “Yes, why,” “Your mom said you didn't have a car,” I rolled my eyes. “I don't need a car. That's too much for my budget now,” He passed me a glance. “You are Sophia Adams. Your parents are wealthy and we are getting married soon. What budget are you talking about?“ I scoffed. “I don't need my parent's money before I can live comfortably, “

I guess I never paid that much attention before, then again I'd never been in such a rush to get home before. After what seemed like an eternity I pulled up to the gates and put my thumb to the scanner to let me in. It may not be up to Tony Stark's standard but it's not bad. Once opened, I drove my black Mercedes-benz S-class into the six car garage and hooked it up to the electrical charge point.

"I just wanted to ask…how did you get this car. It's very expensive and beautiful." "It is.” He nodded proudly. “Do you not think I make enough money to buy this?" "I didn't say that.” I shook my head. “I know you can afford it, but I also know you're not a person who loves luxury." "I forgot to tell you, I'm sorry. I got a raise at work." "Like a promotion?" I gasped, surprised that I had missed out on so much in a span of one week. "Yes, a promotion." He nodded.

Again I make a mental note that I really need to limit this man's privileges it's really too much right now. It's almost midnight when I leave the house. I know some good twenty-four-seven clubs in the area. I choose my Mercedes-Benz S-Class this time, I want to arrive in style to also get the best service. Everywhere I go I want special treatment. I love being treated like a queen. No queuing for me, no ordering at the bar, and no searching for a free table. And usually I get that too, my expensive clothes and car loosen all restrictions. That is the power of money.