F-rank Fortune Hunter Novels & Stories

" Yelled Rent. "I cheated on my wife...Both of my wives." All heads turned to Rent's first guard. "I love hello kitty. I own every single hello kitty merchandise ever made." I tried hard to contain a smile at the second guard's confession. The bald, hulk-like the man didn't seem the hello kitty type. The platform plummeted even further and I felt the spray of the river water on my back. Time was running out. Only Dante, Carrie, and I were left. I looked at Carrie. She looked desperate, agonized.

She laughed at him. "Okay, okay. So tell me about you Caron. Who is Mr. Lucas Caron?" She asked as if she were an interviewer. Prince Lucas cleared his throat. "That's a vague question but I'll answer it as best I can. He's an entrepreneur turned businessman and owner of about 4 different franchises. He is 29, if I'm correct." Charlotte laughed at the last line. "If you're correct?" She said, laughing. "Hey, keeping track of your age can be tricky beyond a certain age." He defended. "So you're saying you're old?"

"I mean why was that your reaction?" "Well everybody knows that the Heights is operated by the Salvador mafia. It's the richest neighborhood in the country." He uttered and I slowly nodded at him. "But it's operated with blood money, so does it really matter if it's the richest neighborhood in the country or not?" He asked me and I frowned at him but decided not to say anything else. After waiting for five more minutes the cashier finally told me that my uber was outside. I stuffed a $100 bill in his hand and made my way out of the store.

He ended while he had that distant look on his face. He would never forget that day when everyone gathered together to celebrate Dalton’s graduation from college. They all cheered for him, even Devlin himself. Deep inside him, he was happy for his brother. However, it is the people around them that made him resent his brother. It was only his grandma who made him understand that no two people are alike. That he should continue with his dreams by not basing on what people would say about him. That’s when he really pushed himself to take his school seriously. And up until now, he has always been hard working. He worked hard to achieve what he has today. The moment he became successful, people

We need to meet in person so you can review the physical copy. She exhaled, frustrated. He was persistent — annoyingly persistent. Amara: Fine. Where do you want me to meet you? A second later, an address popped up: 455 E. 114th Street, New York, NY. She tapped it. Waited. Then froze. Her hand flew to her mouth. RAO’S. The Rao’s. The legendary, impossible-to-enter, mafia-history, inheritance-table Rao’s. “OH MY GOD!” she screamed so loudly the neighbor’s dog barked. “No way—NO WAY.”

"His name is Alessandro De Luca. And he has agreed to invest in the company in exchange for your hand in marriage." The world stopped.

He kept his eyes on the road, silent — as if her voice were nothing more than a passing breeze. She turned her gaze away, tired of asking questions that only led to silence. Outside, the landscape had transformed. Towering buildings lined the highway; elegant cars sped past. This must be the life of the elite, she thought — a world that belonged to people who had something to prove. Then, realization hit her. Silvanus was wealthy. The truth became undeniable the moment they entered a grand building. People greeted him with respect — almost reverence — as if he were a powerful man, someone of high standing.

Another CEO quickly praised Lily. "Dude, do you know who you're talking to? That's no ordinary young lady. She is the remarkable Ms. Kent, the one who read the Furler family's fortune." "She's Ms. Kent?" Several CEOs looked excited upon hearing this. "Honestly, I've always wanted to seek your help. It's just that the Furler family refused to reveal your identity. I'm lucky to have met you today. "My company needs some fortune-telling as well. I'm not like the others; I'm straightforward. I'll offer a million dollars to have my fortune read."

Unfortunately, Franklyn had been called back to the headquarters by the Hacker Lord owing to the return of the Young Master of the Hacker Alliance. The three men, despite being best friends had vastly different characters. Nate, was a typical young rich heir. He was basically a sunshine boy as well as a player. He was technically a clown. His love for gossip was unrivalled and his ability to dig for it was as professional as that of the paparazzi. Well what could one expect from the CEO of a Conglomerate in charge of over 300 media outlets which totalled about 70% of T country's entire media?.

I assured him. With a final countdown from my boss, the interview commenced. "Hello and welcome to BBC News. I'm Arianna Fletcher, and today, I have the privilege of interviewing Knight Wayne, CEO of Forte, the second wealthiest company in the world," I announced. "Could you please introduce yourself?" I posed the question I had prepared diligently. "I'm Knight Wayne, the proprietor of Forte Company," came his chilly response. "Here's a question from your fans: What's the truth behind the rumors about