The S Class That I Raised Novels & Stories

" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing. Mr. Jefferson pushed up his glasses but didn't speak. I just smiled and walked up to the front, got onto the podium, and grabbed a piece of chalk, twirling it in my hand. "Well? Or do you not dare to do it? Afraid you'll embarrass yourself for losing to a 17-year-old brat like me? "I'm telling you that I've disliked you for a very long time. The country's resources are limited, yet they're all controlled by old folks like you.

Leo mumbled °°° I walked into my office only to meet Clara sitting like the boss on my chair. “ That's the height of it” I muttered sitting on the extra couch “ Hello son, have been waiting” Clara muttered “ Clara Douglas, don't you think you are invading my privacy, I can get you arrested” I muttered “ This is my son's offic..” Clara rasped “ Your son, wow, I had no idea who have a son” I cut her off “ You can deny it all you want, the fact is never changing” Clara mumbled “ You mean the fact that you denied me, you abandoned me at birth, you spent just two hours in that hospital after my birth. Now you own a son, chuckles” I ranted out

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 said harshly and he stepped back from me. "Do you hate me that much?" He asked. "I do. I hate the fact that you look down on me. I hate the fact that you think you can do whatever you please just because you are an S class Alpha and you have a perfect life..." "I do not have a perfect life." He blurted out angrily.

“I, I, I have never raised one, but I know.” “How did you know?” he teased. “Of course, I saw it on TV and on the internet. It costs a lot of money to buy milk powder, diapers, and toys,” I said, my cheeks flushing. Suddenly, Sir pulled me into his arms and sat me on his lap. I tried to escape, but he held me firmly. “Sir, please put me down,” I whispered, feeling embarrassed. The driver and Assistant Dexter were in the car, and I didn’t want them to see us like this.

When someone forced my head down, demanded that I lick a car in front of everyone and strip away every shred of my dignity—you, my husband, chose silence. "I always believed that marriage meant standing together no matter what—being each other's shield. "That's why I've been helping your family behind the scenes. Otherwise, did you really think your family rose so quickly in Grebour City on its own? "Now I see—I was wrong." I finished and turned away, no longer interested in the face that had instantly lost all color. I pressed the accelerator lightly. The engine roared—VROOM—a violent, living heartbeat exploding from the "Obsidian."

Kael stepped out of the building without a word, and I followed, matching his pace almost instinctively. The evening air felt different after everything that had just happened—quieter, heavier, like the world hadn’t quite caught up yet. The car waiting outside caught my attention immediately. A Mercedes-Benz S-Class. Even standing still, it carried a presence. Sleek black finish, polished to perfection, the kind of car you don’t just own—you arrive in. My steps slowed for half a second, just enough for me to take it in.

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

Present “That day, I decided to raise you like Jasmine's mom raised me. I thought I became this rebellious because she never loved me like she loved Jasmine. I grew up in an environment that made me live a better life for myself. I became selfish because of that woman. So I raised you making you feel like you're the only one on whom you can rely. But no matter how hard I tried, you never complained. I wanted to raise you to be selfish and strong, but you...”

Hers was a class of absolute truants and irresponsible children of the rich but they also absolutely couldn't be offended. Whether they were truants or not, their parents were the top 1% of the society, they still had to treat them like every other student. Sia adjusted her sleeping position, choosing not to think about it anymore. Samantha had already personally dealt with the girls and she knew the latter who somehow knew who had sent the girls. From that point onwards, it was all Samntha’s business.