Billionaire Night Routine Novels & Stories

I smirked. My mum quickly chipped in, "My girl, if you agree to the terms of the contract, I will make sure you lack nothing. All your financial needs for yourself and the baby will be met and you will have the ability to finally pursue your dream career. Think about it." She convinced. Vivian's eye twitched at the thought of this, starting her own fashion designing business in large scale and all her financial needs met. But then she still stood her ground reaffirming that she wouldn't give up her child just because of her own personal needs.

The bed I'm lying on is squeaky while the blanket and covers are smelling like rotten eggs. Since I can't sit up, I just move uncomfortably on the bed wondering how I ended up here. However, I can't seem to remember anything and as my thoughts continue wandering, the old door creaks open and a ragged looking man enters. He's grinning like a maniac as he walks towards the bed and I wait for him, anticipating what he's about to do. All I pray for right now is that he doesn't hurt me! “How is our little miss billionaire?” he asks and the odour coming from his mouth hits my nostrils hard, making me to look away. I can't speak because I have a tape on my lips and I just wish he takes it off. I'm

The whole Office building is quiet and the lights are off but still, The lights of the CEO's office are on and can hear typing sounds. Aaron sighed and finished his work look at his hand watch it is already 10:30 P.M. Aaron rubbed the temple of his eyes. His eyes reached the magazine which was on the table. He picks up the magazine. His photo was on the cover of the magazine with the title “The Youngest Billionaire of the Year- Aaron Patterson”

'Well, it's always been like that for her' 'Well, Nanny Divine you would help me with something' 'What is it son? 'I need to make something for Clara, I can't really cool or fry, can you help me' he whispered into her ears as she laughed. Nanny Divine was beginning to see his love brooding for her. He was beginning to look committed to a particular girl. She noticed some changes but paused. He had always lived his life as a rich Billionaire who spent hours in club, with many girls flirting and she had prayed earnestly for him to find someone who would change something about him, something completely different.

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..

he sighed. “Day two in billionaire prison.” By the time he walked into the main living area, Timothy was already there. Again. Of course he was. The billionaire sat at the glass dining table reviewing several holographic reports floating in the air before him. His expression was calm. Focused. Like someone who had slept perfectly well. Elliot dropped into the chair across from him. “You know,” Elliot said, “normal people sleep after two in the morning.” Timothy didn’t look up. “I slept.”

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

But, if one is rich like that, one can't after all dress like all the world. The pocket of a billionaire, I pictured to myself so big that therein easily a church or the whole senate could find room. The paunch of such a gentleman I conceived to myself like the hull of an ocean steamer, the length and breadth of which I was not able to think out. Of the bulk, too, of a billionaire I could never give myself a clear idea; but I supposed that the coverlet under which he sleeps measures a dozen hundred square yards. If he chews tobacco, it was unquestionably only the best kind, of which he always sticks two pounds at a time into his mouth. And on taking snuff, I thought to myself, he must use up

"It's yours now. Everything but the security server is gone. I even packed my suits. I won't be needing them." Vivian accepted the glass of dark red wine. "Thank you, Elias. For all of it. For believing in a life that wasn't built for a billionaire." "I believe in you," he corrected, turning his body toward her. "I have no idea how to run a sustainable lifestyle. My knowledge stops at maximizing profit and acquisition. I am a retired CEO with no marketable skills outside of global finance." A genuine smile touched his lips. "I'm going to need you to teach me how to exist in a world where things matter more than money."

When I slid the cheque back to her, her smile froze as she stared at the number, her brows knitting together in disbelief. $10,000,000,000. She looked up at me sharply. “Are you out of your mind?” “That’s the amount I want…ten billion dollars. Still think you can buy me?” I smirked. “You think this is funny?” she snapped. “Its just business, Mrs Donovan.” “That figure is outrageous.” “Then just say you can’t afford it instead of wasting my time.” Her face flushed with fury. “You insolent….” “I have work to do.” I interrupted her as I stood up, pushing my chair back as I walked out.