Millionaire Next Door Thomas Stanley Novels & Stories

When he asks Thomas if there is another chair, Thomas just shakes his head without answering. He, himself sits silently across from us, a faint, sly smile tugging at his lips. He doesn’t even have a proper chair, just a small stool. A dirty, worn-out shirt hangs loosely on him. Robert Nelson is a millionaire lawyer. But his own elder brother is practically living in a slum. Ignoring Watson, I lower myself onto the half-broken chair. He almost jumps up. “This is risky for you.” I meet his gaze, no response. Just an angry stare.

Stanley proudly straightened his posture and confirmed, "Exactly!" Curious, she asked, "Why did Mr. Dickson called you?" Stanley dismissed it, saying, "Nothing. By the way, I noticed Dickson has a fantastic car in his garage. I'll have my sister bring it out for you one day!" Ecstatic, the girl exclaimed, "Really?" "Darling, when have I ever deceived you? My brother-in-law is Dickson Anderson, the wealthiest man in the city. If you agree to be with me, you'll lead a splendid life!"

Stanley was so generous that George paused for a moment before replying, "Mr. Hawk, just give whatever you think is appropriate." Stanley raised an eyebrow. "How about a million?" A million? George's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Stanley to casually offer that much. "That will be enough." Stanley took out a check and handed it to George. George quickly counted the zeros. It really was a million! "Thank you, Mr. Hawk. I'll be on my way now."

-- Stanley prepared the hot tub and walked in with the kid ‘Father, I have never had my bath in a glass foamy pot’ he said happily as he played with the foam. ‘You will have to shower like this every single day, and you will also have a lot of toys…you are happy?’ he asked and Brad felt like he was dreaming…he had always wanted to have a lot of toys to share with his brothers from the orphanage. ‘How rich are you?’ the kid asked and Stanley laughed. ‘Williams group is the number one technology company in more than three continents…and I am richer than my company’ he explained and even though Brad couldn’t understand, he knew that he was super rich.

chapter FOUR So there I was, lost in a mansion I totally didn’t belong in. I wondered if all millionaires—or was Henry Nash a billionaire?—let broke, unknown guys like me wander through their homes unescorted? It would be too easy for me to pickpocket something and resell it. I mean, a single painting, or clock, or statue could pay for months’ worth of rent or groceries.

Lady Miller sarcastically sneered, "If he really had the ability, he shouldn't have taken on this hot potato. In my opinion, he is nothing more than a pretentious person who cannot resist great temptations and falls into the trap we set." The old butler hesitated and said, "It's just that Robert, who was well aware of the Miller Group's crisis, how could he bear to leave this mess to Thorne? He is his own son, after all." Lady Miller continued, "Robert, he had no understanding of social etiquette. He was just a madman, whose only desire in life was to establish his own empire of intelligence." The butler said, "Madam, now that all the assets have been transferred overseas, with so many asset

“Vincent, please stop. I don’t want to talk about Dion. Hey, Mr. Carlson also got me an internship in one of the biggest companies in the world of business. He said if I do good, I might even be a permanent employee there.” “Wow. That is…Mpumi, that is great!” “Yeah! He is the acting CEO of Metallic Wholesalers. He said something about the previous acting CEO gone missing. But hey, thank God he’s the new CEO, right? Else I wouldn’t have gotten the internship. He is the sweetest rich person I have ever known!” . . . I'll be releasing 2 new books!! BOOK 1: K*lling The Billionaire's Brother BOOK 2: I'll Bring The Alpha To His Knees

Stupid man. Clarissa nudges me with her elbow, I stare at his verified bio and whisper the words. Brandon Stark Husband to @elnamahle Businessman.

"It's a dark romantic thriller. My point still stands. You have two billionaires in a tug-of-war over you. That's objectively hot." I groaned, burying my face in a cushion. "They're not in a tug-of-war over me. Ilay is in a war with Jin. I'm just the... the battlefield! The very messy, very confused battlefield!" "Semantics," Chloe dismissed, waving a hand. She took a large bite of her egg roll. "So, what's the plan, Stan? You can't un-know this. You're going to see him on Friday. How are you going to play it?"

The click of the front door closing broke the silence of Miguel’s house. I heard the vehicle’s engine drive away, and a strange chill went up the back of my neck. I was alone in the house of a man I barely knew. I sat on the genuine leather sofa in the living room, which looked like it came out of a magazine, and felt as if I were in my old home, where I lived with my parents for years. I had spent the last few days being assaulted, which, ironically, threw me into the arms of a man whose life was a locked book. Miguel was careful, intense, and, now I knew, rich. A billionaire.