Mr Beast Novels & Stories

However, one thing that I noticed about this individual was that he had many females lurking around him and they were all models. I knew that in the back of my mind, there is still this small voice stating that I could never beat a model when it comes to a man since they are paid for their looks whilst I'm not. However, I didn't get much time to think about this daunting idea that I still had as I was interrupted by my nan and a woman next to her who looked around the same age as my mother. "Nipotina dear, I would like you to meet Iris, she is the wife of Arron McKinley who you may know as the previous CEO of McKinley Enterprise." My Nan introduced this sweet lady to me, and I knew I recogni

The entire mansion was brightly lit, and a dozen people were working nervously. This was Beaver Media, Robbie James’ private mansion and office space. At this moment, Robbie had just received two million in his account and was ecstatic. Hendricks Worley’s business was too easy. The topic became a hot search in a matter of minutes. He casually hugged the hot body of his little secretary, kissed her, and said, “Tomorrow, I’ll take you out to buy a handbag.” “Oh, Mr. James, you’re such a baddie,” the secretary who wore a black professional suit and was wrapped in black silk whispered coyly.

"That company is a gift from master to us, but he didn't want to tell anyone that's why I keep as a secret and told you that it was my parents who left it for me" "Did your master really given you that company?" "Yes, do you know the BBB?" "BBB? Isn't it that it was the mysterious richest person in the world it's wealth is beyond imagination it almost have half of the worlds wealth and it percent become larger it is now 70% of worlds wealth" "Your right, honey that BBB was my master daughter's initials0, Brilliana Belle Bueneva" "Honey, I get it now, your so lucky finding such a ultimate rich master, then how much is your salary"

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.

Betty held the door wide open and let him in to see her father. Mark Scott was a multi-millionaire business man in town who owns a real estate empire. Despite his important business status he never lost contact with his best friend even though he was from a simple background. So when he heard that he was very sick he wanted to help out. The moment he saw the beautiful lady standing in front of him, he looked her up and down and nodded his head in admiration and greeted in a warm voice “Hello young lady! You have grown even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”

“Do you know anything about him?” Brenda raised an eyebrow, clearly excited to talk about this new CEO. “Well, I haven’t met him yet, but I heard he’s young, super smart, and he’s done amazing things at other companies. They say he’s got the looks, too, and is one of those guys who knows how to get things done. I’m telling you, Trace, he’s the kind of guy you just have to see to believe.” I laughed, even if it was a small laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

His secretary announced as they applauded him. Amelia instantly raised her head, and stared at the man in question, who happened to be looking at her too. “He's the CEO? He's so young. I thought it was someone older. I hope this will be the last offer of help I'll get from the Miller family. It's enough that they helped me get my dream job”. “Let's start the meeting, please” Richard calmly said, and sat down. The women in the meeting room couldn't stop sparing glances at Richard, as he was so handsome and charming— except Amelia.

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

“let’s push the hand cement mixer machine on social media two days before it launching.” I chuckled, “You don’t expect Ambre newest machine to be marketed on social media, do you? That’s ridiculous. I don’t do social media. It’s just too crowded and full of miscreants ” “That’s it!” her eyes lit up. “Crowd, that’s exactly what the company needs. Imagine a video detailing how one can easily mix cement with a hand machine instead of a shovel to this, in your word 'miscreants'?” I walked up to her, handing her a cup of steaming coffee. “ Ambre is not for paupers.”