The S Classes I Raised Novels & Stories

Fallen Nobles who once had respectable Classes ended up losing them, taking on weaker Classes instead. The same happened to merchants who went bankrupt or warriors who lost their ability to fight. Classes reflected a person’s current status, Rey realized. If his situation changed, he might lose his newly acquired Class. “I can’t allow that!” He said to himself resolutely. He was content with things as they were and wasn’t ready to upset the balance. ‘I just have to get stronger! Strong enough to resist the Oculus when the time comes.’ With this resolve in mind, Rey finally took a shower and headed to the library to meet Alicia, offering his apology and presenting her with the gift from KariB

"Okay if that's clear...oh yes you'll have to move up to S class in the second term. The principal of your high school agrees after the notes that your tutor sent him, you have the level to integrate this elitist class» I frowned, an S class? I never heard of it in high school, where does it come from? My mother probably understood that before she spoke. “Oh yes with everything you've been through lately, you haven't checked your high school forum. It was decided by the board of directors that it would be necessary to create a special class for each grade for the students who stand out from the lot, class S is made up of the best students of each class by grade. You are there too and tomorro

The highest and rarest class is S, and the lowest is a C. A C-class beta is significantly weaker than an S-class beta. Doesn’t matter how hard they train; biology is against them. That’s just how this works. They will always lack something that the class above them has. I happen to not only be poor, well below middle class if you want to be fancy about it, but also a C-class omega. I don’t have to worry about being wanted by any alpha because I’m just not good enough. That’s basically what my DNA said to me.

"But the more real you are, the smaller your circle will be..." //CHANDRA MARGARET// When the classes starts, I'm still the gossip topic. Until the classes is over and lunch time came, I'm still their topic. This is not part of my plan. This is the opposite of my plan!

“So, what class are you in? I have yet to look at the class list.” Nonchalantly, Hestia replied, “Class 2-2.” she then heard a gasp from the torah girl. “No, we got separated.” with a sad face, Excami entered the elevator with a pout. “Why, what class are you anyway?” the rookie undercover spy inquired.

Osiris replied quietly as he leaned back into me. “Oh baby, you did no such thing. You can’t fix what you don’t know is broken. Let’s be real here, this situation with the missing classes, isn’t that dire. It can be fixed. It’s not like your dad didn’t teach you three anything. Look at what we’ve already accomplished in a short time. I think we’re doing pretty well for ourselves. This place was a bit of a shitshow.” I said as I worked my way around, washing every inch of Osiris’s back, shoulders, perfect butt, and moving onto his chest.

"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 know I should have informed you earlier, but I lost my phone before the information got to me.” “Hey dude, go straight to the point already,” Sky said, sliding his phone into his pocket. I had asked him for so many favours lately, and I was sure that I was certainly becoming a burden. I smiled, an anxious tug of my lip. “Uhmm… you remember the class from last time?” I asked. Sky’s brow creased together. “What class?” he asked. I adjusted my bag. “The class with the special students. The one you helped me with last time?”

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.

The class did not exist. I sat there with my coffee going cold in my hand and looked at the empty search results and thought about the way he had given me that class name. No hesitation, no searching for it, smooth and immediate. Not the hesitation of someone making something up. The fluency of someone who had prepared the answer in advance. Which meant he had known I would ask. I put the coffee down, opened a new tab, and typed CC Coin.