Insta Millionaire Novels & Stories

“I don’t think I should... I am scared what might happen if I get to know him…. and I don’t want to sleep with a grandpa.” Just in case he is a grandpa. “He is not a grandpa.” Lena insists. “We could google him and see what comes up. He is rich, that’s for sure… I am sure we can find him on internet.” Jake says. We sit in front of the laptop and search for different keywords. M. Miller Millionaire. M. Miller Billionaire. M. Miller Las Vegas. and we don’t like our options. I am not sure if this will turn out to be some big mistake in my life or a golden opportunity.

She paid for fast internet because she hated waiting. The headline hit her in the chest like a physical thing. **DISGRACED OMEGA RETURNS AS TECH MOGUL — INSIDERS CLAIM BILLIONAIRE'S RISE FUELED BY 'SPECIAL ARRANGEMENTS'** Below it, a photograph from her NovaTech IPO. She remembered the moment—she'd been looking at the trading floor, watching the numbers climb, and someone had caught her mid-expression. The camera angle was cruel. It made her look hungry. Desperate. Like someone who'd clawed her way up on her back instead of her hands.

He was the kind of person that didn't show off. He preferred to keep a low profile and did his things discreetly. “Look Mykel,” I began. “My husband owns properties. Houses, lands, name them. He has cars. He owns a McLaren F1, a Rolls Royce, a BMW, and a Bugatti. He's already a millionaire and will be a billionaire in his thirties. Do you know how many contracts he bags? He has capital!!” Fuck I was pissed. Fucking pissed. No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel.

And I danced my way out of the hallway. Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together. "Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back. I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

“No.” “It's Ezra Wilde. My celebrity crush. Can you imagine the two of us? The ‘Farm Girl Turned Icon' and the world's biggest hearth-throb. We'll be the new power couple. The internet will literally collapse.” Huh? Ezra who? I thought she had a crush on Andrew Ashford? ​I took a breath, trying to keep the vertigo that always lurked at the edges of my vision from taking hold. “It's a beautiful dream. But help me with the math. Those boots, that skirt, the five-thousand-dollar deposit for this ‘gig’... where did the money come from?”

The sun's rays began to provide warmth to all inhabitants of the earth. The boy who was still sleeping began to open his eyes because of the interference from the light that entered from the curtains of his bedroom window. "I'm tired of all this," he complained. Who is that boy? He is Aldrich. He lives alone in a luxury apartment that only millionaires live in. How rich to be called a millionaire? If you have a net worth of 1 Million Dollars and still growing every day. You can be called a millionaire.

I ask stuffing French fries in my mouth. "Well, the clients called and postponed the meeting for tomorrow. So technically I could have taken a day off but I decided to stay and do some inventory." She says and I nod. "Nina do you know about Mr. Karter Allan?" I ask out of the blue. She's worked here for three years now, she probably knows about him. "Well duh! Who doesn't? He's the owner of our company and not just that he's the youngest billionaire in America! Everyone knows him Marie" She says.

Jocelyn’s POV Her phone rang and she immediately answered it. How dare she prioritize a random phone call over me? I am Jocelyn Gray, the great and only self-made billionaire. Well, not so much of a self-made person as my parents are already multi-millionaires. I just doubled, tripled, my income compared to theirs. “Minerva…” She didn’t budge at me and still continued to talk to that woman named Mariella. Her back is facing me just a few meters away. I wonder if I pinch her ankle, will she fall down hard? Is it enough to eliminate Darwin’s heir on her fucking womb?

It turns out I'm really wealthy. See, when mom was young, her parents had a trust fund set up for her future. They never wanted her to work a day in her life but because mom is mom, she never even touched a penny of that money. Instead, she transferred the whole estate to my name. It doesn't end there. Not only have mom and dad been saving up through the years, but aunty Maggie left all her assets to me as well. So all three different estates are in my name. I literally went from being an average working class person to a millionaire over night. While I don't plan to change my lifestyle drastically, I do want to get a few things for myself because I do believe I deserve it. Starting with a f

She was considered an “It Girl” More than 10 million people tuned in as soon as she began the livestream. In just twenty minutes, Charlotte had garnered more than one million online orders for Coraline’s website. Coraline’s eyes glittered with flames as she watched the orders come. She hugged Charlotte excitedly. “I can’t believe it! Oh my god! I’m going to be a millionaire. I’ve earned so much money in one go. How am I going to spend it? Once I fulfill these orders, I’m going to travel the world and stay in the presidential suite every day. I’m going to put my favorite lipstick, bags, and heels on display in the presidential suite!”