Higherclass Stories

Catherine Sparrow, a girl lost in wonder. At age nineteen, she’s unmarried, with no children, and still living with her parents in London. A lunatic almost in the society of 1863. Her sister married to her love, she has no more strength for love. But when she meets this mysterious Prince, and befriends the Gardner boy, she finds that their still may be a little bit of strength in her for love...

In the systematically ordered world of Evantia, where destinies are predetermined by numerical ranks, imprinted at birth. Everyone is expected to have a soulmate within their social classes. But what happens when the numbers don't align? One anomaly threatens to unravel the fabric of destiny itself.. Meet Renee, a 20 year old from the middle-class, marked with a rank of 23, whose life takes an unexpected turn when her soulmate is revealed to be Hayden-a mysterious figure possessing the rarest of numbers, a rank 1. As rumors of a glitch in the system spread like wildfire, Renee and Hayden are thrust into a battle against the very fabric of their predetermined destinies. Despite the odds stacked against them, they begin to experience vivid illusions and hallucinations of each other, a result of the chip implants implanted at birth-a desperate attempt by the soulmate system to ensure compliance and conformity. With the fate of the balance of their world hanging on a thread, Renee and Hayden embark on a daring journey to rewrite the rules of destiny and claim their right to love on their own terms. Along the way, they'll challenge the very foundations of their society and uncover shocking truths about the nature of love and free will.

In a world where higher class is separated from lower class, Maddison is a simple 16 year old girl although she wishes she was more. Someone must of heard her because two days later she was not the run, from what? No one knows, Maddison is forced to move from Australia to the Caribbean. Will Maddison find new friends? Will they find out her secret? Read and find out. Inspired by the new Netflix series Outer Banks.

a middle class boy got rejected by a millionaire father's girl..she just washed off the boy..he got harrashed by everyone and got tc from school..then he committed suicide.

Rules are made to be follow. But when it comes to love? Rules are made to be broken. I am Anaztasha Roux Augustus and I fell in love with my Higher Class.

Dahlia's life was always planned for her so one day she would become her destiny. To be the royal adviser for the king and queen of Sancia. Luke was never bound to the idea of destiny. He always lived his life the way he wanted, whenever, wherever and with whoever he chose. But in an unexpected chance, fate decided to change their track. Where Loyalty, Duty and Desire meet at a cross roads, both Luke and Dahlia must choose which path their roads have crossed.

As my family and I suffer daily by putting our back into every job we do. By seeming like dirt to the Higher Class because of, scavenging like wild animals for anything, scraps of bread, raw fish, even some lightly drenched dirt with goat milk. Whatever it takes. We witness others in dresses, so fine. People in shoes, people who's hair is not considered,"a bird's nest." These are the people who laugh, who have fun, who waste their food, and fuss if there's a little tangle in their hair. Where my family on the other hand, are always sad, never laugh, hardly ever have "fun," eat every scrap of food we can find, never fuss over a single thing. In fact I don't think I've ever seen my brother, Jolon, laugh. My brother, Jolon, never laughs. Although the Higher Class, they snort out their little phony laughs so much, I'm so tempted to lock them up in the pen with our pigs, cover them in mud, feed them "slop," and hang them in a Gallow. Yes, a Gallow. People such as my family, the "Lower Class," has to witness the fear of watching our loved ones, and people they don't know die. Constently. In a gallow. Almost every day. People like me try to hide this from our younger siblings, shield them from the pain, and hope that by tomorrow that we won't be the next "show," for the people of the of the Higher Class. If we do something bad, nudge our way through the law just a little bit, we're hung. Not hung in private, for only our family and friends to see, but hung for parshley the entrainment of the Higher Class. Oh, how I'd like to show them, show them all, that us "Lower Class," is not just here for them to play with us. Me, an 11 year old girl, imagining hundreds of gallows, each one for each person of the,"Higher Class." It's a pretty satisfying thought.