Upper Class Society

Kiara Margareth, adalah seorang siswi dari kalangan biasa yang harus beradaptasi dengan murid ambisius dari kalangan elite. Perangainya lugu namun penuh tekad. Caldera High School nama sekolahnya, pencetak murid-murid genius yang mengharumkan nama bangsa. Suatu hari, setelah Kiara mengatur ulang jadwal belajarnya, ia berhasil meraih peringkat pertama paralel Caldera High School atas penilaian semester pertama kelas XII. Berada di tiga besar selama hampir tiga bulan, perlahan Kiara mengerti betapa gilanya Caldera. Dapatkah Kiara bertahan di lingkungan ambisius? Atau memilih teori evolusi Darwin dimana semuanya saling bersaing untuk bertahan hidup (seleksi alam)? Mungkinkah keadaan berubah seperti yang dikemukakan Lamarck dimana semuanya beradaptasi menurut lingkungan tanpa ada persaingan (teori adaptasi)? Temukan kelanjutan kisah Kiara di sini!

Amilia Geralds was living her normal life. She was already struggling through college plus her part-time work at a diner to support herself. All is well, almost. Not until she encountered a monster. She shouldn't be so surprised to see it but something told her that it was not like the others. The others were, thankfully, not after her life. But this one is. She should run away but then she found herself running toward danger. All Rights Reserve 2020

Preview. After harsh and violent events that happened in past, I completely lost my faith in relationships: love and friendship both. I spent my last couple of years happily by myself and a very few people I trusted. Most of the people thought I was arrogant and self-centred and i was completely okay with that. But then a realisation hit hard, because of couple of bad people I can't stop trusting everyone. So, for a change i needed a new and fresh kick start. I transferred to another college in last year of my graduation. I loved the feeling of new and raw start. fresh me, fresh people , fresh environment and a lot better vibes. This is where the story starts... I was walking towards my class through the busy corridor just when I saw a him siting on the very first bench of Lr. 19, I saw his fair skin, his jawline, a face with a smile talking to someone on his left. My heart skipped a beat. I was petrified. He turned his face towards me while i was still standing few steps from the door of the class. He smiled. And I realised he was not the one i had a crush on but indeed he looked almost like my crush. After 6 months... The boy i saw is my only true and dearest friend in this college... After about a year, Things change so fast and harshly that you don't even get time to understand the circumstances. The change breaks you.. It hurts but hurt eventually makes you stronger. Read to find out what really happened in the last year of her graduation....

"Hm, Linden..." halinghing ko nang sapuin ni Linden ang mayayaman kong dibdib. "This is wrong ugh~ ahh!" daing ko nang masahiin niya ang malulusog kong dibdib. "No, this is not wrong, Jan. I'm willing to break off the engagement with the girl." Aniya saka niya ako siniil ng mapupusok na halik na agad ko namang tinugon. "Ah~ Linden hmm~ please continue... more." Ungol ko nang i-angat niya ang hita ko at pinatong niya sa hita niya. Kinapa nito ang pagkababae kong namamasa na ata sinalat iyon. Ilang buwan na rin no'ng maging magkaklase kami at hindi ko maitatanggi na kahit may pagkasaltik siya ay may nararamdaman ako sakanya. Our teacher hired me as his tutor na sinang-ayunan niya agad kaya wala akong nagawa. He's clingy type of person na sa akin lang niya ipinapakita and he's always like this, pinapaligaya ako after tutoring him. "Ah! Ahh~ ahh!" ungol ko nang simulan niyang ipasok-labas ang kanyang daliri sa namamasa kong hiyas.

At the parent-teacher conference, Emery Carey's essay, My CEO Mom, won first place, earning thunderous applause from the class. But the mood soured when my daughter ran to me in tears, her cheeks marked with red handprints. "Emery hit me again. He said I don't belong in his class and spat in my face." I scooped her up and marched to the teacher to demand answers. The teacher brushed it off. "It's just kids' horseplay. Don't blow it out of proportion. Emery's mother is the CEO of Mills Group. Get the picture and pull your kid out. Don't affect the mood." I froze, shocked by the absurdity. Then I dialed my lawyer. "Prepare the divorce agreement. Olivia is leaving with nothing." She'd been using my money to fund her lover and his son. That betrayal would not go unpunished.

My husband had lost interest in me for many years. My son's classmate taught me how to flirt with my husband. However, when he was doing so, he placed a hand on my butt and said, "Open up, Mrs. Jackson!"

Seven Classic Faery Tales are given a very adult makeover. You are entering a world of myth, magic, and Immortals. Throw in the humans for the added spice of erotica and violence. Mix together and you have dark adult faery tales ........ Do not read if easily offended!

Lola Ezperanza, known as Ms. ER, grew up alongside a determined man with clear ambitions for territorial expansion. Despite their shared history, Ms. ER understands that love and marriage are secondary to his goals. She bluntly tells Kara that her worth is tied to his ambitions, and if she doesn't fit into his plans, she will be discarded. Ms. ER stresses that even pregnancy won't shield Kara from his ruthless decisions, underscoring the harsh reality of their social hierarchy. As Ms. ER's words strike Kara deeply, she realizes that her hopes of keeping the child and staying with Marlo are in vain. Ms. ER's calculated emotional attack is designed to make Kara relinquish any illusions about a future with Marlo, demonstrating that sometimes emotional cruelty is more effective than physical harm.

Attending a high school reunion, I rode my motorcycle to the venue. By the time I arrived at the Moon Valley Hotel, most of my former classmates were already there. Everyone seemed to be doing well for themselves. The parking lot was filled with luxury cars belonging to high-ranking pack members. There was even a Rolls Royce that belonged to the son of an Alpha. As I dismounted from my motorcycle, a former male classmate I barely remembered looked at me with disdain. "Well, well, if it isn't our former class president. Still riding a basic bike like an omega, I see." During dinner, everyone was fawning over the Alpha's son while completely ignoring me in the corner. Only Derek, our former class monitor and now a beta, sat beside me with a sympathetic look. "Don't worry about it. Even though you're still just an omega like your parents, I'm sure one day you'll rise up in the pack rankings." I couldn't help but smirk, whispering under my breath: "This isn't just any motorcycle. It's the Royal Guard's official vehicle."

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.