A Million To One Book Novels & Stories

By the following Monday, *Alessandra: A Memoir* by Aria Ashford Rhodes was number one on every major list. Claire called. "Have you seen the numbers?" "Marcus showed me." "This is extraordinary. The pre-order numbers were strong but this is beyond projections." "Is it?" "Aria. Number one. First week. By an enormous margin." I sat in the nursery. Grace and Daniel both down for afternoon naps. The house quiet. The book out in the world doing whatever it would do. "Thank you," I said. "For pushing me to write it." "You wrote it. I just asked."

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

- The woman burst into tears. Day one thousand and one after the experiment. The girl stands on the windy railing, below is the whole city brilliant in the light, right hand lifts the thick book "One Thousand and One Nights" into the night, then puts the book down on the railing platform, Insert an A4 sheet of paper in the middle. The four corners of the paper were exposed and flew like a butterfly trapped in a book, revealing beautiful handwriting. Original: “It's been a thousand and one nights, a very nice number.

I used to be very tired but it was all erased because Jaxon and I were in the same bed. Maybe later what should have happened will happen. Because of what I thought I pinched myself weakly, because Lara influenced me I thought something dirty and weird today. I won’t let her influence me again. When I couldn't stand it anymore I turned to the left and saw Jaxon with eyeglasses and reading his favorite book again... Damn, no matter what he wears here, it really won't diminish his good looks. And then isn't he sleepy yet? I want to sleep but I can't because I can't believe that I'm sleeping next to him now.

“My family needed money. I had no choice.” Lisa smiled awkwardly. Perhaps, if things hadn’t gone the way they did, would she have been in this young lady’s shoe too? Trying not to lower herself before the woman, she opened her bag, brought out a cheque book and signed it. Tearing it off, she offered it to the whimpering lady. “Here is a cheque of fifty million dollars. I am sure it will go a long way for your family. I have also prepared a passport and visa for you. My men will take you to the airport. You can go anywhere you want. Just make sure I don’t ever set my eyes on you. Ever. I don’t care what excuse you have to give to your family but I hope this stays off the media. You wouldn’t l

ASHLEY P.O.V "I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

“Okay let’s hear your idea” Lola was staring at Bart intensely, waiting to get a response. “Let’s submit job applications today” There was a moment of silence, Lola stood still, staring at Bart. “Isn’t that the first thing people do when job hunting?” “Well, yeah” “Sometimes you are really dumb yunno?” “Hey! I just came up with an idea, the least you should do is acknowledge my wisdom” “Dumbass, I was thinking about places we should submit our applications”

Richard logged off the computer and decided to quit for the day and call his friend, Parker, and grab a drink instead in the beautiful weather outside. Richard closed down his office, which he rented in an enormous sky scrape on the thirty-eighth floor of a company that rented out storage space and offices for small companies and one man's company as for himself. Richard Underhill was the CEO of his business, R. Underhill Incorporated Company, aka RUIC! And he had just reached one of his life goals: closing a hundred million dollars, and he had done it all by himself while trusting his ability. And now, he would begin to chase after his life dream, becoming a billionaire before thirty.

Mm, that dash of honey really completes the drink. I return to my novel to accompany a troubled protagonist on her journey to redemption: Lindsay Smollett. I left off where she “accidentally” killed her mother. Sure, it sounds like she’s a long road away from redemption, but after about 190 pages, I think she’s doing great. I mean, her mother was an abusive cunt who would lease her daughter out for drugs. Everyone reaches their breaking point eventually. The chair across from me screeches as someone seats themself.