روايات وقصص ضمن How To Make A Million Dollars In 30 Days

“You’re really an idiot. Are you trying to be an actor? Are you going to buy my company with three hundred million dollars in cash? Can you be any funnier?” Leon gave up. This guy did not make sense. Did he know what three hundred million dollars in cash were? Did he know what complicated procedures it would require to cash out three hundred million dollars? And he wanted it in fifteen minutes. Bullsh*t! He could not even pick out a better excuse when acting.

“We are making fifteen thousand dollars a day and you say it is the beginning?” I saw Alessandro giggle and I wondered what was so funny, “If we can continue meeting demands, by Month two we should hit about seventy thousand dollars In profit per day.” “What??? Per day??” I asked, my face turning white and he nodded. “My God. Alessandro this is crazy.” “Sure it is and we will do more. Soon we will hit the million dollar mark soon. That Is my goal.” he said diddling with his pain as though he had just called a small figure.

Patting Nancy White on the shoulder, she lowered her head and whispered, "If this happens, I will really make you a lot of money, and make your 10,000 yuan a week into 100,000 yuan." Nancy White's eyes suddenly lit up, he hugged her arm, and barked his teeth at her, "That's what you said, don't lie to me! It's so amazing, it can turn into 100,000 yuan in a week. ?" Suzanne Reid couldn't deny the smile, this girl is really ignorant of the world, doesn't she know that in all industries, the big fat piece of securities is one that people can't stop eating. This is just a small shrimp, but the big shrimp on the top is big!

He died saving me. Now I have 30 days to make him love me... or watch him die again."Aria Blake lost everything the night her Alpha mate, Damon Voss, pushed her out of a truck's path and died in her arms. His last words still burn in her soul: _"You are mine. Always."_But fate gave her one cruel chance. A mysterious locket sent her back 10 years... to the day she first met Damon. Now she's 16 again. And he doesn't remember her. Doesn't want her. "You're not my mate, girl. I don't do destiny." His golden eyes are cold. His heart is stone.The locket is ticking: *30:00:00* 30 days. If Damon doesn't fall in love with her before the countdown ends, she'll be sent back to his deathbed... and he'll

“It is an individual assessment. Everyone will start with a capital of a hundred dollars. In these three days, you must use that money to start a business or find a job. It doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you return here at six o’clock in the evening three days later. Whoever is left with the most money at that time will be the winner. “You can have more than two hundred dollars in the end, you can also have less than that. The point is, the winner will be the person with the most wealth at the end!” The students exchanged glances with each other. They all sighed. A hundred dollars was not even enough for them to eat a meal on ordinary days. Not only did they have to survive three day

"Don't act like a kid, I've shown you everything you need to understand in this business but you keep acting like a new comer, no one is actually your friend, you have to be alert always." Typical of my Dad, he had just woken me with his call to break it to me that marrying Grayson was for no merger, instead, he had planted me as a spy to give him information, report every financial decision they made. How low does he have to go? And what was he ready to exchange me for in pursuit of the success of his company? "I can't do that Father, it's bad enough that I have to be here till God knows when, now you're turning me into a mole? What if I get caught? Do you think Mr. Coleman would spare me?"

I don’t want to risk my safety because of money. Claire put all of her things inside her luggage and booked a taxi. She finished packing her things when the app notified her that her driver had arrived. She hurriedly came out of her room and ran towards the taxi. Claire opened the door of the taxi and went inside. She was panting when she closed the door of the car. I need to get out of this place. He looks like he is well-off. He can sue me for all he cares. “Please drive faster, Sir,” Claire told the driver.

"You move into my penthouse tonight. You wear the ring I provide. You play the doting, humble fiancée. You will be at every gala, every dinner, and every press conference. You will be mine in every way that the public can see." Avery’s breath hitched. She looked at the figure at the bottom of the page. "A million dollars? Just for... pretending?" "A million for your performance. Your mother’s medical bills are cleared the moment your pen touches that paper," Dominic said. He leaned closer, the scent of sandalwood and expensive power overwhelming her senses. The sheer masculinity of him was suffocating. He reached out, his thumb grazing the line of her jaw with a touch that was both terrifyin

she replied. I felt so good and it was the greatest feeling in the world. I felt happy that Irene could count on me and trust me this much. I smiled happily and nodded, agreeing to all she had said. Irene sighed and opened the calculator on her laptop. “If I make $30,000 for five days, that will be $150,000 in a week. In a month that will be $600,000. And in a year I will be making $7,200,000". I chuckled at Irene and her greedy and ambitious plans.