Author Of Rich Man Poor Man Novels & Stories

“Hey, Fatty, do you want to come with us?” The rich man smiled brightly as if he had the cat in the bag. “My name is Rich Mann. You can call me Rich.” Rich smiled and introduced himself to Buck, sounding as if Buck was his follower. He would usually bring a bunch of underlings with him wherever he went. However, the travel cost to West Ocean Island was too expensive, several millions for the whole journey. Although he was rich, he would not waste his money like that. Thus, he was more inclined to find a follower here.

Sophie’s announcement had made her grandparents stay up above their bedtime, as they were excited. “I used to work as a laborer in a construction firm. The owner of the firm was the son of my father’s friend. He went to college, but I didn’t because of financial constraints.” he smiled to himself remembering the past. The sleepless nights as he toiled day and night to get by with the little he made. His friend’s son was never helpful, he rather mocked his situation and laughed at him “your father was a weakling.” he would taunt Greg, he would have been a rich man if he had joined his peers as they engaged in odd jobs for the mafia.

Soon, that netizen replied. “Wasn’t I just telling the truth? Rich people ought to donate more money to look after the poor…” “It’s not wrong for rich people to look after the poor, but that doesn’t mean one can’t buy anything just to look after the poor, does it?” Jenny Armstrong replied. “Hehehe… Rich people can buy stuff, but they should buy something cheaper and contribute the rest of their money to society,” High-class Wretched Man replied.

After paying fees for the 1st two semesters, now he didn't have any savings on his sleeve. Last week when Michael's grandmother got ill, he had no money to buy prescribed medicines for her. As a poor guy who wears old clothes in such a college, obviously he didn't have a single friend. Despite nobody ever wanting to be friends, he always tried to help everyone in academics as he was god in study. yet because of his poverty these rich students kept distance from him when it comes to friendship.

I could help smile I and Edward had already released a movie known as 'My Rich Billionaire Is Dumb' last two months, and that movie is now a hit in the entire country. Yeah…. The both of us acted it, and when Edward came back into my life, I was finally able to write the script…. And both of us were the main leads. In life….. I have gotten to know that there are a lot of people who face a lot of difficulties in life, but the fact that they still decide to remain strong is what makes them human.

"Rahul knew of his daughter's behavior when it came to money. Before he became the richest man in India, he was a poor man living on the streets in Bihar. He worked day and night with different jobs trying to feed his family. His wife, Nidra, collects other people's laundry and cleans them. With low money, no place to live, and little food, they continued to work for their daughter, your grandmother." "How did Rahul become rich?" I ask. "He became rich by discovering oil in the land he owns now." "So, Nani has been a spoiled brat since she was a kid." "Seema has always wished she was a princess like you," he tells me. "But her ambition was too overbearing after her father became the richest

John Dave's POV I exhaled and took a deep breath. This woman, Rizza, is so abusive,she would think she owns the road. She didn't hit me and I dodged. It's just that she really wanted to insult people so she stopped and got out of her car. She can just pass me on the way instead of saying bad things. The life of the rich is not uniform because there are people with bad behavior. Does not know how to humble herself and does not want to understand others.

They can get married to whoever they want and whenever they want to be married. But then, there is a huge difference between the rich and the poor. The rich have it all but the poor don't. What the poor have is limited. I sigh deeply as I rush into the first room to urinate. I really do not know why I am analyzing all of this shit in my head. It doesn't matter, does it? Right now, I am in between the two. I don't even know what to call myself. The poor girl married to a rich man? Or a rich man's wife?

He grins, "It's fun to see them run around and hide after they fall in depts. The reason they get poorer and poorer each day is because they think they're no different from the rich, just because were all humans but you know what? You poor people have your own world, while we have ours, so you should know not to cross your boundary." I manage to raise my head and look at him, "I may blame my daddy for bringing this problem to us but you see Mr. Creditor, I do not want to come to your world either. Why would we leave a peaceful world and come over to yours? Is it because of money?" I scoff before continuing, "I will rather suffer till I die, than become rich and live like you who only finds h

" Never made enough." " Why is that?" " Well, unlike you. I wasn't always rich. I had to.work for my money." " Who said I didn't?" " Oh please, your family's rich." " That's the story they tell the public. My brother and I are the ones behind our personal success." " I don't believe you." " My brother was the one who started the company. My father was, let me say, a lackey." He chuckled. " Wow!" Florence mouthed. She had a glint of amusement on her face. She had always assumed that Ryan was the rich, arrogant type who didn't work a day in his life. But hearing this, she felt a sense of new found respect for him.