The S Classes I Raised Novels & Stories

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

Mar questioned, “I’ve never heard of a special class before.” “Yeah, they say it’s been long since they had students in the Special Classes again...” Dorin answered. “Well, what about your classes?” Seb and Dorin took out their black class cards and handed it to Mar. The words ‘3rd Class Mage’ was written underneath Sebastian’s name in gold letters. “You did it Seb! Up one class! Finally!” Mar beamed. “And congratulations to you too, Dorin! You just skipped a class!” [I think I just needed to practice talking.] wrote Seb, which was quickly erased before the 2 could react.

"Candidate Anesidora Charper, rank rating, E-rank, potential rating... E-rank, affiliation: class E." A thunder of insults rained down on me, I raised my head, smile on my lips, to admire these people whose hearts were united in a single emotion. Hope was shaking as he stared at the ground and Barron was tapping his foot. "This is also a special case, we weren't expecting one of you to... Show this kind of performance, so after deliberation, you must be assigned to a student from one of the E classes. We will do some interviews to find someone to monitor you, within this week."

I asked. "They have only one three-hour class every Saturday. The time of the class collides with your weekly grocery shopping and errands running. Don't worry, I've hired you a guy for that. He will do the groceries for you and run all the extra errands while you attend the class each Saturday from 11 to 2," he replied smoothly. "That's bullshit." I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Alice. For once, do something that you want," he said. "I am going to quit. I won't be able to attend the classes. There is a huge meeting coming up and-"

“and other stuff.” “Also, a chart or something.” He said. “To lead up a reward like a game or something.” “How many different classes do you have?” She asked when they got in the car. “Six.” He replied with a laugh. “Six ladders or something like it.” She said. “Ladders?” He asked. “If they do good, they get to another rung until they get to the top. The top means some rewards. This way, they can also see the other classes and the results. It is like a game to do good and play along with the other classes,” Kris said.

“You're an S-class alpha, I'm B-class with nearly an A-class power. If we indeed get married you can easily get me pregnant if you choose to. Besides, with the resources available to Stanton, is there any fertility condition we can't handle. Admit it, you just don't like me. I don't know what about me you find so undesirable.” I lowered my face, shame coloring my skin red. And that was the problem. She was eating up the lie I fed the public about myself and thinking it was a fact. The truth was that I'm not an S-class alpha. I'm a C-class alpha pretending to be S-class, and I've been doing everything to protect this secret and keep others from finding out.

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

"I always love to share knowledge, I don't mind. Especially to those who most certainly can't afford it. Now according to Economy, 'there is the 'poor', there is the 'working class', there is also the 'lower middle class', the 'upper..." "Elite......." There was total silence in whole dinning room, and I wasn't even hearing the clinking of cutleries on plates anymore. "I belong to the Elite class and of course, I did understand that you said. I just felt it was quite materialistic, and that isn't giving." I waved it off literally. I had decided to reply the woman just as she deserves, and not care how Carter would feel. He wasn't willing to stand up to her for me, so maybe I should just do s

He wasn't their daughter's class. 'Now who isn't your class Caryn? Definitely not me.' He was right. She was definitely not his class at the moment because her family went bankrupt few years ago and came begging him to give them a loan. He sent them away reminding them the exact words they said. "You are not her class, Nathan."

"My mum's having some bunch of friends over and I need to help out with the cooking." I'd found out Zara, Sage and I were in same class — the Golden Class — while Red, Shawty and Jace were in the diamond class. Apparently things worked in a certain way. Once I passed a certain exam exceptionally, I would be dimmed fit to be in the diamond class as well. That brings me to the question. How the hell is Jace in the diamond class if he was a nutjob who knew absolutely nothing? I found it confusing. "Oh, okay. See you later,"Sage pecked Zara's cheek and she smiled at us both before rushing off.