Homeless Artist Becomes Millionaire Novels & Stories

The money that he struggled so hard to raise in the streets of Lusaka was suddenly part of his life. He walked in slowly, looking around for an empty table. It was his time to feel what other people felt. His black Calvin Klein Jean fitted him well coupled with a green golf t-shirt which revealed his muscular biceps. His charcoal gray canvas gave him a teenage appearance. Within a month, Justin appeared wealthy with an improved skin tone. His cashflow was something he could boast about to his friends. His hustling days were over the moment he met the stranger in a blue suit. He was no longer a broke street boy. The days of suffering were over and he needed to concentrate on the brighter futu

So Luis is very proud of his wife. A famous celebrity was taken then. Next was Claudine's painting skills. His drinawing was a young beggar who gradually worked hard by sidelining it until he was able to save and study in elementary school. Gradually graduated and got a job. The beggar boy became successful and became a world famous businessman. Many were touched by Claudine's painting. That mirrors real life.

only family, I have no one else left. And all the money I've been getting from work goes there I don't even have money for myself... but that's not the problem I just... I really need your help, if I can get a loan, I'll work for you till I've cleared it". "How much do you need?". "About a.... a million dollar". He paused to think for a moment, he pulled out his cheque booklet and wrote a three million dollar cheque. My heart was beating dangerously fast. There's no way this is happening.

As I waited, I kept thinking of how much cash I was going to waste on this. After arriving home, I paid the driver and made my way inside the flower shop. Since this place was quite big, I sort of cut it in half. The front was a beautiful workplace while the back was a small home. It was cramped but it was better than sleeping on the street. If things had gone well, I would've been celebrating and making plans for all the money I would make. I was frustrated that everything was ruined because of me. The threatening tears stung my eyes but I held them back. My phone vibrated and I removed it from my pocket before looking at the text that arrived.

The parking lot is empty except for me and Arthur’s old worn-out car that has served us for the better part of the year, and while anyone on the outside looking in wouldn’t guess it- it feels like we have the whole world and endless possibilities stretched out before us. The best part is, those possibilities are bought and paid for by my hard work alone. My paintings sold for more than I could imagine. The last one of the night, after the booze had been drunk and the food turned cold, had sold for ten grand. Making it officially possible for Arthur and me to quit our jobs.

" Old Prisley advised. Maisse waited as Old Prisley went into the house to get the money. He came back with two new five hundred dollar notes and gave them to her. "Sir, this is too much. I only need a hundred and fifty." Maisse protested. "Just take it. I know you are struggling. Seeing as the diner is already sold and you have no place to eat for free. The money will help you for some days as you figure things out." Old Prisley said. He gave Vik two hundred dollars. Vik wanted to refuse but he insisted. "Speaking of figuring something out, did you manage to talk to the buyer of the diner? Did he give you any positive answer?" Vik asked as he pocketed the money.

Why will I fall in love with a monster who has done nothing but to deprive me of freedom and lay his hands on me almost every time? He nodded. "I'm surious. Just want to be sure." He then leaned forward. "Now, do you know how he built his wealth to become who he is today?" I shook my head, replying that I didn't. He chuckled. "What you don't is that he's involved in drug smuggling, human trafficking, corruption, assassination and many illegal things. That's how he built his wealth. It’s honestly a miracle you’ve lasted this long in his house."

RIVER I had no job, no savings, and I had bills to pay. I was broke as a homeless. The only good things in my life right now were Journey and well, Krew. But being with a billionaire had consequences, and at the same time, had perks. I wanted to shrink, wishing a black hole would appear on the floor and swallowed me down. Krew hung up on me not a moment ago, and now he was sitting across me while his arrival had filled the entire premises. Then he just barked at me that we were going home.

Matthew replied, “In the past, my parents had high expectations for a future daughter-in-law, however, since my accident, they just needed me to open my heart and get married.” I nodded slightly, not asking any more questions. I looked out of the car window and saw a lavish old mansion that could only be seen on TV. In my heart I let out a sigh, there were people who had so much money that they couldn't spend it all while others were always struggling with money problems. Looking at their family's lavish mansion, I feel heartbroken again. The money to build that mansion was enough for so many poor girls like me to go to school.

I’m so grateful for dad that he finally saw what I’m capable of. Finally, I can be rich. I am rich from my own hardwork, sweat, and tears. I can finally be a billionaire. Finally…I can make my promise to that young girl when I was seven—that I will marry her, no matter what. I’ve ordered a doughnut and a cup of cappuccino. Fifteen minutes have passed and my half-brother, Derrick, hasn’t yet arrived. It’s quite cloudy; it’s drizzling outside to be honest.