Crazy Rich Asian Novels & Stories

******************* That night,Jasmine laid on her small bed and stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t stop thinking about the luxurious life Fabiola has. She brought out her laptop which was pretty old and faulty but it was still manageable.She typed up Fabiola Martini. She read all what the internet had to say about Fabiola online and then she discovered that Fabiola was from a rich family. Fabiola was the daughter of Alice and Gabriel Garcia. She was stunned that not only was Fabiola’s father wealthy,her grandfather from her mother’s side was also freaking rich.

Parker asked, obviously annoyed. "My new P.A."Boyd replied and sat down. Annie stood behind him. "Come on,take a seat, pretty girl. We don't need a standing soldier this night."Keeton said jokingly. Annie glared at him. Keeton smirked. "Mind if I borrow this your little worker this night?."he turned to Boyd and asked. "I'll take No."Boyd said. Boyd is the top billionaire followed by Alberto,then Keeton,Parker, Carlton and Herald.

Cecelia said with a frown on her face. "Hey! I thought we already discussed it. You shouldn't ruin her mood, Ben". Mrs. Janet said while walking close to her husband. "Ohh! I almost forgot..... Dad! Mom! meet my boyfriend Chen Edward. He's the founder of Charles diamond company and also my lucky soul mate". Cecelia said as she placed her hands across Edward's waist while smiling as she stared deeply at Edwards's brown eyes.

The Asian was no other than his rival, the popular Korean actor Hyunmin Woo. The Asian superstar was at least someone worthy enough to be considered a rival by Antonio Montero, so this alone makes him stand out. He’s just 3 cm shorter than Giant Antonio and with his face card and cute charms, this former winner of Mr Asia and child model still fails to be able to at least intimidate Antonio Montero or even make him feel slightly insecure, well until now. “What's that?” He asked Angela. “What's what?” Angela replied with a tight frown.

So, I suppose it was natural that an entirely improper thought crossed my mind at the point that, as I read her status. Jasmine and Alia were both recently eighteen. Jasmine is half Asian Indian, half English and Alia has middle eastern parents, from the Lebanon. They are both gorgeous with golden-olive skin, and brown eyes. Jasmine has shortish black hair, while Alia’s is long, waist-length nearly. Both girls are very, very pretty and hot but in a rather demure way.

Chris Richards stood in the doorway looking round the room, then he spotted Jason and walked towards him. He was tall and broad shouldered, his greying hair had been dyed back to it’s original ash blonde color. He was well dressed like always in a dark blue suit. He was the richest man in California and was known as a ruthless businessman who did anything to score a point in business. His personal life wasn't the best either. His four ex wives had all complained of how mean and abusive he was.

Only one person who has created a business myth can stand up to this sentence in the past five years. That was Kang DENNIS, who was only twenty-eight years old this year and had a very common background history. An orphan, without any family. A young rich man standing at the forefront of the gaming circle, and two more adjectives in front of him, handsome, gold, cold but single. Such an excellent person, but extremely rare, had not had any scandals in the past few years. No wonder he was favored by Prince Ryan Cruz. The hostess guessed who Ryan Cruz liked in an instant, but since Ryan didn't specify who it was, he must have his concerns.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ~ Caspian ~ As soon as Caspian saw the headline on Page Six, his head began to spin and he threw the newspaper across the room. There was a photo that the paparazzi took of Audrey. She was spotted out on a date with Anthony Cavanaugh and she was wearing a diamond ring on her ring finger. That’s fúcking bullshit.

“Our… Aariz?” Mr. Mishra grinned. “Aariz Sheikh Pataudi. A billionaire. I saw the article—single, reclusive, and crazy successful.” For a second, they both stared at the screen in awe. Meera finally chuckled, “I always said he was different. So calm, so well-mannered.” Mr. Mishra added slyly, “And unmarried.” “Don’t start,” she warned. But she couldn’t help it—a seed of admiration had taken root. The tenant they thought was an ordinary bachelor had suddenly turned into a dream son-in-law material. Quiet. Respectful. Filthy rich.

“I want to hear all about it. You were really stuck in a cabin with some strange guy for days?” “Not just some strange guy,” said Ash, “but Anthony Bertram.” Violet frowned. “Am I supposed to know who that is?” “He’s a billionaire. Makes more money sitting on the can than we can dream of making in our lifetimes.” At Violet’s continued confused expression, Ash added, “Pretty sure his company makes those bath things you love.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh! Really? Well, no wonder he’s rich.” “Yes, tell us all about this rich guy you got stranded with,” drawled Trent.