The S Class That I Raised Novels & Stories

He stopped short and turned to Melanie with a smile, “Mom, the wedding’s happening in a week. I’ve reserved a Mercedes-Benz S-Class for the wedding car. ‘Mercedes-Benz S-Class?’ the room thought. The room went into an uproar again. ‘Where else could one find such a perfect son-in-law?’ everyone thought. Melanie, with the biggest smile on her face, nodded. “Good, good. It’s your wedding, you decide.” “Honestly, to me, cars are nothing but means of transportation. They don’t have to be too fancy. But not going to lie, the more expensive the car, the more comfortable it gets,” Jimmy nodded, adding on with enthusiasm.

“I’ll be back in a few hours. Tell the Engineering Group that I need all the costs of the bids we gave to Build Enterprise.” SJ entered his private elevator and proceeded to the parking area at the 19th Floor. He walked towards his silver Audi R8 Coupe that he had recently bought and got in. Despite his status, SJ still prefers driving himself much to his mother’s protest, who is begging him to hire a driver and bodyguard and ride in a much suitable vehicle for him. But, SJ heeded her as he loves the feel whenever he’s behind the wheel. He remembered the few times he got into accidents due to some underground racing during his college days. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Kincaid,” the maître d

“I’m going to hit my boss up for a raise so I can buy one just like it.” We all laughed and enjoyed the ride as Sade took the long way back to her condo. I liked seeing her happy, and I especially liked knowing I didn’t have to worry about her breaking down and getting stranded near a dark alley.

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.

he ends his short speech turning in my direction Ty bids his family farewell picks up my bag that is leaning against my stool and leads me outside "Nice ride" I admire his sleek black Mercedes C-Class He opens the passenger door for me "thanks" He gets into the driver's seat "it was a birthday present from dad" he says driving out of the yard " Mom blew a gasket when she saw it, said it was too much" he said laughing "Isn't it kind of a lot for a high school kid?" I said playfully punching his arm

A sense of possessiveness passed through me, and I said "You have to stand up to them, every one of them. I like my girls badass and strong." Those words played on my head from the moment I left her with her friend. Approaching my car, I noticed a familiar figure bent over the hood, his head swept to my direction when his gaze caught me. "You have a sweet ride, dude." "I know, Aaron Ryder Archer," I responded. It was, my car was a black Mercedes Benz C- class. Raising his brows, a smile twitched on his lips "Wow, you went with the full name. You are really mad at me,"

LEON’S POV I sat with the engine running and looked at the car in the driveway. A black Mercedes. S-Class. The same model my father had been driving for the past three years, changed annually, always the same colour, always the same model, because Carter Romano was a creature of habit in the small things even when the large things were chaos. The plates confirmed it. My father was inside that house. I turned the engine off slowly. Beside me Kate was very still, waiting, giving me the space to process without filling it with words. She had gotten good at that. Better than most people I had known far longer.

I asked, slowly. He was my professor after all and I didn't want to sound disrespectful or make him angry. He smiled and nodded his head. “I can understand if you're curious or cautious. I used to be a sub. We were only one tiny step away from the lower class.” He laughed as he shook his head. “I'm an Upper Class now but I'll never forget where I came from before now.” He just kept getting better and better. I got down from the car and said goodbye. As I walked into the house, he called to me.

I turned to see Emery strutting from the school gates, his designer uniform pristine, his smirk dripping with arrogance. Jack ruffled his hair. "Perfect timing, bud. This guy claims our car is his. What's your take?" "I know his type," Emery scoffed, his tone too old for his years. "A kid in my class brags about being loaded but can't even afford a decent toy." He sized me up like I was roadkill. "Mister, you know how much this car costs? My mom says it's worth a house. Look in the mirror and tell me you can afford it."

Just like I said, I did not have much space for them, so Esther had to sleep on a mattress on the floor. The next morning, I took them to school. Henry was a senior, so he left for school early in the morning. I pulled them along and pointed to the office building by the side. "Go queue up to get registered. I have to have a word with Henry's teacher." Then, I left. I was telling the truth, of course. Henry had always been in the top ten of his class. I wanted to know his prospects better. Half an hour later, when I finished meeting with Henry's teacher, I received a call from Jason.