The S Class I Raised Novels & Stories

"Busy? You already quit your job. What could you possibly be busy with? I give you two grand a month—isn't that more than enough?" Stuart's voice dripped with entitlement. How ironic. Stuart had always been a cheapskate. In my past life, even Peter's school supplies had come out of my pocket. Now that he didn't have me to leech off, parting with over a third of his measly five-thousand-a-month salary must've hurt. Not a shred of guilt or gratitude toward Rosie for raising his kid.

I interjected. "Wow! Slow down tiger, I've got no knife in my hands, I don't kill." He joked and I smiled, assessing him before agreeing to his offer. If I don't, what other choice do I have? None. "Thanks." He said, staring into my eyes and I nervously look away. "For what?" I asked but he ignores my question and presses the remote to his designo diamond white color Mercedes-Benz S-Class car. "Wow!" I said in surprise, staring at the expensive car in front of me.

“Did you ever see his face?” “No.” “License plate?” I shake my head slowly. “I never thought much about it… All I remember is the car. It was a Mercedes S-Class, so whoever he is, he has money. Unless he was just a driver.” “I doubt it,” Adrian says immediately. “Those wellness retreats are expensive. If she attended regularly, they definitely had money.” Gunner folds his arms thoughtfully. “You think the husband is involved too?”

“Don’t ever say that again. Don’t talk about yourself like you’re less than anyone. Especially not to me.” I swallowed, unable to look at him, my eyes fixed on the little swirl left in my half-melted ice cream cup. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, and it sent a rush of warmth straight to my chest. “You think I care about social class? Money? Titles?” he continued, his tone sharpening, like he was daring me to argue. “I grew up around wealth, Sabrina. I’ve seen the shallow parties, the fake friends, and the people who smile at you while they’re calculating what they can take. Do you know how rare it is to meet someone real? Someone like you?”

Frank said. Lydia nodded repeatedly. "Please come with me." As she led them to the Maybach section, she gave him a detailed description of the prestige class. Frank was soon studying the S-class and deciding that it was good. "How much is the model with the highest specifications?" "One moment, sir," Lydia took out a calculator, tapping on it for a long while before saying, "That would be 5.3 million dollars, sir." Frank nodded, stroking his chin. Lydia presumed that Frank could not afford that and added, "Sir, we also offer loans… "

Pitting it against the S-Class, it was like comparing a black-and-white television from the 1980s with a 4K-television with a curved screen. Even a fool could tell the difference. After everyone had seen the S-Class booster, they looked down on this B-Class booster. Susan walked over and sarcastically said, “Hey, is this also a booster? I would’ve thought that it was a toilet bowl if I hadn’t known. I wonder why you wanted to claim Tom’s present. I suppose you couldn’t afford it, so you just claimed his gift as yours. If it weren’t for this fingerprint button, you could have really tricked us.

"You're so shameless for demanding something that you've given away! You must be so fucking dirt-poor that you've lost your mind!" "Well, maybe I've indeed lost my mind because of how dirt-poor I am." Sean was done fighting with this woman. "Hah, I see you've finally admitted it. I heard from my mother that you drove a Maybach here. Did you really think I'd change my mind even if you rented a Maybach to see me? Sean Lakeworth, keep dreaming!" "You're saying that I would purposely rent a Maybah to see you?" Sean couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud. "Tina Sullivan, aren't you a little too confident about yourself?"

Malaika volunteered, but Xoxo only glared at her. “You need to study, princess. Mana Control is the most essential for you to manipulate your magic properly. And believe me. You can outrank that haughty professor. You need to advance and be on the S Class.” Malaika’s emerald eyes broadened. “S Class? Are we rushing? Is that even possible?”

“This is called a car, but this is an S class, it’s model name is ‘Maybach,’ there are a lot of cars but different models and the better the model you choose, the higher the price,” Rasmus explained proudly to the nonchalant Edward that was standing in front of a sleek black Maybach. “I got this one for you because I know you would love it.” Edward ran his slender fingers on the car, a little bit of interest revealed in his midnight blue eyes when he opened the door and saw the car interior and he could say he liked it more because of its dark color. “How is the speed?”

“Understood?” “Yes, ma.” He answered, shivering as he opened the car door for me and stepped into the driver's seat. I dragged in a breath as I sank into the seat. It did magic to my back. It felt so soft and good. Money was good. The car engine roared, and soon, we were driving through the street. My eyes were closed as I savoured my newly found peace. “Where to, Ma?” “The House Of Class.” I hummed, a smile on my face. Only celebrities went there.