Mr Beast Novels & Stories

Robert Owens — a curious blend of Scottish and Welsh — but I’d never called him anything but Michael. He was a compact, muscular man, built like a fighter, not a neurosurgeon. The walls of his office were decorated with surreal Dali prints and a signed photo of John McEnroe, trophy in hand. In his usual snark, McEnroe had scrawled, "You cannot be serious!"

“Correction, we do.” Before I could ask what he meant, Misha was already out of the car. He didn’t look back, didn’t explain, just strode across the pavement with that infuriating, magnetic confidence of his. Sadie stared after him. “Does he ever just… walk like a normal person?” “Nope,” James said cheerfully, jumping out after him. “That’s my favorite breakfast spot. Best in the city. Also free, because Misha owns it.” Sadie pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh, for the love of God. I keep forgetting your husband is a whole-ass billionaire playing Batman.”

Damon Blackwell. I swallowed hard as I followed him through endless halls and up another elevator. My heart beat like a drum against my ribs. Everyone knew Damon. America’s most ruthless CEO. Smart, cold, untouchable. Men envied him, women dreamed of him, but he was always out of reach. When I entered his office, the first thing I noticed was how big it was. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a desk the size of my whole apartment, and bookshelves lined with leather-bound files. But none of that mattered because sitting behind the desk was him.

She was being too sluggish so I grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV myself. I went on the BBC news channel immediately. And as if I knew it, just as if I was on the news. “Just in, Alexander Bluemoon was caught on camera at exactly 11:30pm, fighting some mysterious figures who looked like wolves. Our detectives are still investigating on the wolf part. However, it was discovered that Alexander Bluemoon, the CEO of ace accessories, is a notorious mafia and has his own men. It was heard from his men from this footage…..” he stated.

Andrew himself was a bit nervous because he was very rusty when it came to getting along with a potential mate, but his dominant and confident personality made it impossible for him to feel nervous for too long as he knew his worth. Anita chuckled in embarrassment, if she knew he was going to grab her hand she would have wiped it against her dress beforehand. "Ok I am nervous," she breathed out in a huff, trying to act tough "I didn't expect that you would live in such a big house in the middle of such a large forest, and be even more handsome in person, and what exactly do you do for a living," she questioned as her curiosity started to eat at her since the moment she drove up that long win

It's for the SIP, it has nothing to do with me! I calmly read each topic and clause of the agenda included on the first page, it seems tempting, however, I don't know much about investing. -"Mrs. Donneli, you can have a few hours for better analysis. We can always come back later" says Mr. Macness. He is a gentleman of fifty or less, with gentle brown eyes. We could have a great business relationship, if he had chosen another spouse partner.

Anthony walked up to meet his mother to join her at the dining table, suppressing his anger. Mrs. Beatrice was engrossed in eating a delicious yam porridge garnished with fried fish. She told Anthony, "I am fine. So, did you go to the company at all today?" Mrs. Beatrice skipped asking Anthony about his private affairs. She believed that when he was ready to tell her about his new girlfriend, she would be all ears and listen to him. "All good, mother. I am hungry," replied Anthony. "Are you sure everything is fine?"

"But Mr. Johnson, don’t you want to get this mess sorted out as quickly as possible?" Amaya was struggling to find her voice. "You can keep an eye on all the business accounts for suspicious activity, but if there’s none, then why not let Gary enjoy his last supper, so to speak?" He stood up, slapped the hood of the sleek, black Maserati, and remained watching as it disappeared from view. He hadn’t felt so invigorated for a long time. And what, he wondered, was a guy to do about that?

Lucinda asks with a smile on her face but Daren does not know the reason why his sister wants to know information on his friend all of a sudden,he answers her anyways its Drake . I did not know he has a big brother,oh yes he does have a brother Dray he is always working out when I go over to their place.I heard he has a firm in town he is so rich .Lucinda moves from her couch goes too close to Daren saw she can hear clearly what Daren had just said ,so in other words Mrs Ney's family is rich yeah I heard Drake's father owns 4schools and a university in California. I see Lucinda says as she stands up taking her phone and earphones from the table and starts walking to bedrooms a few minutes la

Aiys rushed to madding school until . "Brakk .. bamm .." the book brought by Mr. Zardi scattered. "Ouch ,," said Aiys stiffened his head suddenly felt dizzy, but the feeling was immediately brushed away, there are people who need help. "Mr. Zardi," Aiys screamed. Mr. Zardi sat limply on the floor, Aiys didn't know how hard the collision was that it made Mr. Zardi feel like this. "Keysa .." call Aiys.