Novel & Cerita Author Of Rich Man Poor Man

But the Lord gave his law, and in the Book of James they said so, that the rich should weep and howl for the miseries that had come upon them; and, therefore, it was written that when the rich hold goods they could not use and could not consume, you will inflict punishment on them, and nothing but days of woe ahead of them. Then we have heard of the great Greek philosopher, Socrates, and the greater Greek philosopher, Plato, and we have read the dialog between Plato and Socrates, in which one said that great riches brought on great poverty, and would be destructive of a country. Read what they said. Read what Plato said; that you must not let any one man be too poor, and you must not let any

Because I had nothing to lose. “Too bad.” I forced a smile. “I don't have shit in my name…” His grip on my hair got harder, and I muffled a groan. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “It means…that I don't have any wealth in my name. I'm literally a poor man. Poor as a damn church rat.” His eyes twitched in confusion. “What?” “You heard me.” “That's impossible,” he seethed. “Don't you dare try messing with me…”

He shrugged. "What was your big story and what ruined you?" I asked. He knitted his eyebrows at me precisely. "What's that supposed to mean? What do you mean by ruin me?" "Well, you see," I shifted in my seat and crossed one leg over the other, "life works weird for rich people. One minute, you guys are all happy and crap. Then next, one big incident changes everything and carves you into the man that you are today." I explained what I meant by my point.

Coincidentally, Yoselin and her friend Zheneria were also there. “Yoselin, you said Elena hooked up with a man—was that true?” Zheneria whispered, pulling Yoselin aside. “Of course it’s true,” Yoselin snorted. “I saw it myself. That pretty boy drove Elena home.” “Her status is already low. She just crawled back from the countryside. How could she afford a good-looking guy?” “That man must be a gigolo,” Yoselin said smugly. “A very expensive one too. One night with him probably costs thousands. He was tall, handsome, built, and apparently great in bed—”

Anna's POV AFTER THREE WEEKS I used to think rich people have it all and the poor are the unfortunate ones meant to have one problem or the other that they are to solve every single day of their lives, most of which has to do with their finances. My thinking now has changed, ever since the day I visited Aidan's parents and I got to meet his mother and his father. Aidan is a billionaire but he has his unfair share of life challenges.

Consider them, Susan'' Aunt Mabel begged. ''Aunt, guess who he is?'' Susan said. ''Who is he?'' Aunt Mabel asked. ''Richard Williams, aunt. He is Richard Williams'' 'What? The popular Richard Williams that is rumored to be the richest man in the world?'' Aunt Mabel asked.

No wind would be favourable indeed, Emelda would respond –no amount of money would give him clarity about his taste. Though she wasn’t sure if this wind blew favour in all aspects of his life. As some people tended to be miserable immediately after they had money. He was going into details and Emelda loved it. Not like all those rich men that offered monosyllabic advice when asked how they made their wealth. Certainly not like the one she saw on TV last week. He said he prayed and had faith that he was going to be successful and the result of his faith became his wealth. Emelda was very quick to change the station before she muttered ‘balderdash’. She had often thought of this as a way of th

It was more than I expected , there were so many people ,the poor , the rich , The old , the young . The whole place was filled up ,I couldn't help but think that wasn't the only crowd . I walked up to the stage where the priest stood with a book in his hands,dressed in a long white robe with a cross imprinted on it . The two guards who beat me up days ago ,came behind me with the same blue tuxedos on ,I couldn't believe they were my best men. What was I expecting when I didn't have any friends? My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help.

"It would be so much easier if you just went out there and told them that the romours are true." "What?" "Yes, Christian. Tell them straight on that you suffered it and that it's gone now. Afterall it is gone, I've not really heard you struggle with it for some days now." He looked at me, really stared like what I was saying was foolish and at the moment, I did feel foolish. Of course I wouldn't know how being rich worked. He was the one who was born into it and I was sure they had gone through something like this before. So many things were involved with being rich. Your life no longer belonged to you alone, but to the wolves outside who only wanted to make some money and put food on their

Some had the largeness of blue whales, while others were as little as a toddler's car. "Breathtaking view, innit?" the young man said. His name was Richard, and he tried desperately to sound British. Elena shifted the headphones to hear him naturally. "Yeah," she admitted. "I've only heard what this place is like. Have never got to be here." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Your husband's the wealthiest goon I've encountered and worked with. Sorry for language, but sometimes it amazes me how one man can amass that amount of wealth, and still stay sane. God!"