Filthy Rich Age Novels & Stories

Fatty said and Leah paused. "His money?" Leah asked. "Yeah...that loser is filthy rich but still a loser. If I was in his place I wouldn't be like him." Fatty said, shocking Leah even more. Igneel filthy rich? Aren't filthy rich people like Tobias? Spoiled? He is different.

I bellowed, raising my wine glass high. Hawk, Asher, and Delt mirrored the motion with bright smiles on their faces. “Cheers, Boss.” When I raised my eyes to the windows, they reflected my red-rimmed eyes. Ignoring it, I focused on the girl who had been pestering me for a dance. I grinded against the girl while my other hand fondled the tits of a woman who was half-drunk and fully thrilled to be near me. “Thirteenth richest man under forty,” the media said. “Youngest billionaire to legally dominate an entire metropolitan empire.”

He joked, "Shut up,," she playfully slapped his lap, "But it is true. Being rich makes you kind of a celebrity and your life is never so private. But with me? You know my lifestyle. And plus, I wouldn't want a situation where the people who put taps on me should pick on you." "Why would they pick on me? Am I the first sugar baby on earth?" "Do you know how old I am?" "Forty?" "Fifty three," "What?" "Are putting doubts on this relationship now?"

But now, I witnessed her driving a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars with a license plate that was worth more than what I could ever earn in the next 20 years. After getting back home, I went online and searched for more information on Swensen Group. I found out that the chairman was none other than Irene's dad, Joe Swensen. So, her dad wasn't dead after all—in fact, he was one of the richest and most influential businessmen in the city. What else had Irene lied to me about? Later that night, I heard the sound of the door being unlocked from the outside. Irene was back, and she was wearing the cheap dress I'd bought on sale for her for less than ten dollars.

EMMA I was failing everything, but I didn’t care. At 19, my mind was constantly flooded with filthy thoughts instead of equations and formulas. My parents finally snapped and set up these intense private night classes. Math with Mr. Harlan — that 48-year-old beast of a man with his broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair, deep commanding voice, and the kind of experienced stare that made my young pussy clench and drip every single time. Then sciences with Miss Lena, that sharp 32-year-old goddess with massive E-cup tits, a thick juicy ass, and a dominant energy that made me fantasize about her sitting on my face.

City B, Z Country, president of the Hyatt Group, 185cm, 65 kg, 32 years old. At the age of 22, he took over the Hyatt as the president. During this period, he had been topped the list of the national richest people for many times, and he was the youngest rich people in the country. Marital status, not yet. He only admitted that he had a girlfriend, Loraine. Henric curled his lip. He didn't expect this guy to be so rich. Could the rich do whatever they wanted? Could a rich man bully his mommy? He clenched his fists and swore to teach that annoying man a lesson.

Long straight blonde hair frames a beautiful face, her cheeks rosy, blue eyes looking up at me innocently with her bee-stung pink lips slightly parted. She looks so fucking innocent and I wanna corrupt her so fucking bad. I imagine cumming on her pale skin and have to fight back a groan from the dangerously erotic picture I conjure. She’s too young for me to be thinking about her like this. Too taboo. She’s my own niece, for fucks sake. What the hell is wrong with me? “How old are you?” I blurt. Her brows furrow at my question. “I turned nineteen two months ago.”

"he said with a sinister smile. "Okay. Okay!" Grey then explained the situation. He didn't want to lie to his friends so he told them about how he was visited by his butler and was gifted by his grandfather companies and a bank card that has 15 billion dollars. All of them were shocked by this sudden confession. "Ha ha," Alex said in a very gloomy manner as he sit on a bench."So you're now a super rich guy huh? I can't believe this. I'm somewhat jealous but extremely happy for you."

I was excited and also curious. Am Amanda Ezeh, 24 and lives alone.Broke at the moment got a lot of bills to settle I work as an humans resource officer in a company owned by a business tycoon Late Chife Johnson Okafor and now being managed by his only son one of the youngest multbillon dollar guy in the country, Richard Okafor. He was pretty rich and from what I heard… He’s an easy going man but too observative. He has an exquisite taste of fashion and had great abs.

He asked as we light our cigar and started puffing out smoke. "Older woman Walt, have you ever been with one? She's so fucking sexy and beautiful, I could never get enough of her." "Wow, how old dude? I've never pegged you to be the type." He laughed but, then paused waiting for my reply. "She's thirty-five, and filthy rich. I'm not comfortable with this kind of thing..." I told him honestly. "Wow...that's not old, I'm thirty-two dude, you're just too fucking young. How old are you? Twenty-five?"