Deeper Than Money Novels & Stories

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

It would be nice to set up a health center that could capitalize on his amazing abilities and make big bucks! Javier smiled and met her eyes. “Are we running short on money?” Joey rolled her eyes. “Since when is money ever enough? Can’t you see that everyone is working their butts off all the time? Like, look at cars. Those who can’t afford a single vehicle envy motorcyclists. Motorcyclists envy those who can buy local cars. Local car owners envy those who can buy imported cars. Imported car owners envy those who can buy luxury cars! Greed and desire are bottomless—they are what drives progress!”

“If money is a shortcut, why choose another way?” “Principle.Fletcher, I'm talking about the principle.” Fletcher just took me in his arms, “The smell of money... Ah, how sweet and amazing. Isn't it,Joan?” When it came back to me, I suddenly realized how different I was from Flecther. We were in opposite worlds. Although I did not deny the great use of money, I still could not subscribe to the theory that money could buy everything. Blood-bond, friendship and affection were things that exist outside of world of money.

He let out a gruff breath, certain that thus, his walk has come to an end. Roaming his eyes around one last time at the few people scattered around, he sneered, feeling nothing. A cold liquid fell on his hair, followed by another and another. He rose his eyes up to see the angry droplets of rain pelting him. He heard people's scream of anger and frustration as they tried to stay out of the rain. He knew the reason for their frustration, after all, if they had a roof over their head, they would have not been left outside to suffer the dreaded rain.

I grab my leather jacket from the free standing wooden coat rack and walk past her into the hall. “Who are you going to see?” She asks as I begin to walk away. “The Backstabbing Rats.” I turn around and throw devil horn hand symbols into the air. Wyatt rolls her eyes at me. “You’re not a fan of metal are you?” She shrugs, “I don’t not like metal.” Whatever the fuck that means. I pull a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet, “This is for dinner.” I hand it to her.

It was a world where appearances often masked ulterior motives, and alliances were forged not out of shared ideals but out of self-interest. During a coalition meeting, tensions ran high as members shared their insights and concerns. It was during this gathering that Maya, the environmental advocate, brought forth alarming news about a backdoor deal orchestrated by Grayson, the incumbent mayor. “I’ve heard that he’s trying to broker a deal with Hale, the developer,” she said, her voice tinged with urgency. “They’re pushing through a controversial zoning proposal that would line Hale’s pockets while disregarding our community’s needs.”

her father sneered. "How can you say that? I am trying my best!" Faith cried out. She didn't know how long she could take this. "And who knows where you actually get money from? God knows where you are going and who you fucking because I don't see you doing anything more useful than to use your whore body..."

" I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out. "Once I give birth to our child safely, I'll make him transfer all his assets under our child's name. Then we'll find a chance to take him mountain climbing overseas. Once he dies, the huge insurance payout plus all his money will be enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives." Adrian chuckled. "You're really something. You're squeezing every last drop of value out of him." The recording ended. I looked at Richard and Marjorie. "You knew about all of this and discussed it together. You're accomplices too."

It sounded official. The families taught me something that NYU only confirmed. Never put all your eggs in one basket. That's what my father and all the men like him had done. They'd worked hard, given everything they had, for one thing—a paycheck. People who received paychecks never got rich. It was the ones who wrote the checks who made the real money.

Finally, he spoke. “They weren’t just gamblers looking for a show,” he said, voice low and flat. “They’re part of something bigger. The fights you’ve been dragged into? They’re just the surface. There’s a whole network beneath it—money, power, debts. And once you step inside, they don’t let you leave.”