Novel & Cerita S Class That I Raised

"And what makes you think I'd be suitable?" "Because you're tough, and I’d feel comfortable having you around the house. You don’t take crap from anyone, and that’s exactly what I need." She laughed. "Mister James, I’ll be real with you. I’m a mess. You don’t want me on your staff." "Perfect. You’re hired," he said confidently. "Come by the mansion tomorrow. We’ll discuss your pay." “Wait, what? I didn’t even say yes!” James tipped his hat. “See you tomorrow, Ms. Bisila. Good night.”

I go completely still. Not master

Looks like I should get used to them especially if I can pass the last phase. That I'm not sure yet.

" I am someone you shouldn't know and i am someone that works for someone you should never have challenged " ****** The system have been fixed. I will try to update early for now on

Poor Sasha! *****

ancamnya sambil melayangkan tatapan tajam ke arah Siska. “Kamu tenang saja, Ris. Mama sudah tidak mempunyai uang banyak untuk mencari tempat hiburan yang berkelas seperti dulu. Jadi kamu tidak usah mengkhawatirkan hal itu,” Siska menanggapinya dengan santai, seolah ancaman sang anak hanya angin lalu. “Mana uangnya?” Siska menadahkan telapak tangannya.

I was the color of a tomato. He removed the bra and his eyes flickered over me, which caused his chest to rumble in approval. The water has washed away the blood exposing his fresh, injury-free skin almost like blood wasn't pouring out of it a few minutes ago. Did he tear himself? I don't know if I should ask him. " I am sorry" I apologize " No, I am the one who is sorry. I let myself get insecure and my emotions out of hand. You did nothing wrong"

I hope that this will solve our problem. What my problem now is that stupid training class.

F for the freshman, S for the sophomores, J for the juniors, and S for the seniors. You guys may be wondering by now which section I am in. I'm in class S-B, a.k.a Senior Class B. Not that smart, but smart at the same time I guess. I came to stop at our classroom door. It was close. Well, I'm not surprised. I'm 5 minutes late after all. But hey, it doesn't matter. Just think of the faces of my classmates once I barge in the room. They'll be shocked and at the same time awestruck.