Little Daymond Learns To Earn Novels & Stories

Lead. He started lecturing me all day, every day. His new mate knew not even to try to talk to me. I made that clear on the first day. I started dabbling in a few 'extracurricular' activities. Determined to start making my own money, and well, it paid well. Still does. It didn't take me long to realize that income could be doubled if I also sold to the humans. Dad got wind of it and gave me an ultimatum. That's when I left.

I thought I’d go to sleep early, but it was already eleven o’clock because my friend Budang and I were both gossiping. Morning came, and I woke up early to find work for the day. I need a job because we need money not just for daily expenses, but also for father medicine. “The food is ready.” Mom called me when I came out of the room. I saw my father in our small store because someone was buying. This is one of our sources of income. “Yes, mama, have you eaten?” I asked and got a plate and sat down. “We’re done, go and eat your food.” I immediately followed my mother’s instructions. I ate heartily because my mother cooked champorado.

I’m sitting there tight as a spring, still reeling after my horrible discussion with Dawn. It went in the complete opposite direction of what I wanted. Not that I expected her to be in my arms by the end—did I?—but I wanted her to understand. Instead, I just looked like an ass. The TV flashes, and the person on the game show starts crying; they’ve just won a hundred grand. “Man, ain’t that a way to earn your money?” Andre says. “You could walk in poor as shit and come out with buckets.” “Don’t they pay it out in installments?” I ask, leaning back, trying to relax.

Daymond is a very nice guy, at first I saw him as a handsome rude guy who thinks he is above everybody because he is Handsome, built , works for a rich mafia and and is super strong and fast than you could imagine. But with time, I understood that he was acting so tough and uptight because he only trying to do his job. He knew what he signed up for before he started working with Daymond, so he came prepared, maybe too prepared than he could have been. I don't blame him, It's the Creek he is working for, he knows . He knows a lot will kill to be working there.

Diana is still running her sanctuary for teens with the help of Jackson and my Uncle. We were able to get the mines up and running which is where eighty percent of our pack's income is made. I'm hoping that when this resort that I have been working on with Reed, Lucas, Quinn and Levi gets up and running it will add to the income nicely. My children climb off of me and return to their seats as the final touches are being done on the stage. Eric leans over and whispers in my ear. “I don’t mind when you kiss Mommy. I don’t find it as gross as I used to but that doesn’t mean I want to see it anymore than I have to.”

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

"We will use money from sponsors to help Mommy pay for Flower's medical expenses," said Rain. "That's a good idea, Rain," said Sky. "You can also demonstrate your martial skills here, Sky," added Rain satisfied. Sky watched the application that was being made by Rain. "You're cool for thinking things like this, Rain. Mommy would be really helpful if we could make some money too." "I hope so. See, my piano performance at McKenzie manor has been watched by nearly a million viewers," said Rain happily. "Soon, we will get sponsors for advertisements and make money from it."

Then, I opened my bag and pulled out a crisp five-dollar bill. "You want food? Fine." I pointed to a car not far away. A BMW. Mine. "See that car? Go clean the windows. Fifty cents per window. "There are four side windows, plus the front and back windshields. I'll count it as six dollars total. This five is your deposit." My dad froze. Brian froze, too. The crowd fell completely silent. "What? Too little?" I looked down at them. "Dad, you taught me this. If you want something, you earn it. There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Mason nodded. "I know. That's the money I earned myself." "You earned?" Nyla repeated. The couple stared at Mason in disbelief. How could a five-year-old possibly earn that kind of money? Damon frowned and crouched beside him. "Buddy, do you know there's 1 trillion dollars in that account? Do you understand how much that is?" Mason shook his head. "No... but it really is the money I earned." Damon asked, "Then tell Daddy, how did you earn it?"

Dad is proud of us, but I think he sometimes forgets that we’re still just kids trying to find our way. Mom, Luna Storm, is the heart of our family. She’s warm and nurturing, always encouraging us to follow our dreams. I feel like I can talk to her about anything, and she always listens without judgment. Kingdom respects her deeply, but he sometimes struggles to show his emotions. I think he feels he has to be strong all the time, especially in front of Dad. I try to remind him that it’s okay to be vulnerable, especially with Mom.