Mr Beast Novels & Stories

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.

Marcus The number of times I have refreshed my email is not healthy, and I am surprised I have not broken my keyboard with the many frustrated clicks. It’s been a few days since I sent the email, and while I didn’t think the reply would be instantaneous, I still didn’t think it would take days! But checking all the news on Marcus’s company, I can see how busy he can be juggling celebrities, athletes, politicians, and brands. It’s almost hard to imagine my shy broken Marcus was responsible for this huge successful entity. Still, a large part of me is so proud that he overcame his issues enough to put himself out there and leave such a huge mark in the world. When my email pings, I am buried i

“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.”

Mr King Keisha Martins is what you would call a thief. A good thief; at least that's what she says. She practically steals from the bad people and delivers to the good people; at a hefty price, of course. And she reckons it's a win-win situation. Bad guys lose, the good guys win and she gets some hard-earned money in the She is quite content with her perfect little existence and risky way of living because hello, adrenaline? Yes, she absolutely loves the adrenaline that comes with the danger.

She let him go. ‘I’m Marcus,’ he said stepping out from behind the wheelchair and offering his hand. Beatrice shook it tentatively hoping that Marcus didn’t notice that her palms were sweating slightly. The girls introduced themselves, the formality of it broken by the occasional sleepy snort or grunt from the woman in the chair. ‘Nice to meet you both,’ Marcus said. ‘And this is my grandmother, Mabel Alice Macbeth. I can say this because she is sleeping. If she heard me mutter the name Mabel, things could get pretty ugly, pretty fast.’

We got into Jeff’s car and drove off, the restaurant shrinking behind us in the distance. But one thought stayed locked in my mind— Who exactly is Amelia? Cyrus walked into his house, a shadow of his former self. The maids and guards stood at the sides of the grand hallway, bowing their heads slightly as their young master passed. Normally, he would have acknowledged them, maybe thrown a casual remark their way. Not today. Today, his mind was somewhere else. He took shaky steps forward, each one dragging memories of an escaped death behind it. The image of those guns… the cold glint of metal… the silence that followed her command—it all replayed in his head like a broken record.

“Then reply to him. Maybe he will give us a twenty-carat diamond bracelet or maybe a mansion.” “You’re crazy.” I chuckled as I began typing. “I don’t even know he texts.” YES, SIR. I’M HERE WITH MY BEST FRIEND PIPER, & MAX IS ALSO HERE. Max smiled, sitting across from us. “He uses all gadgets, Rob.” “Oh.” I stared at him. “Really? I expect someone like Lex, at his age, has the wealth, has a secretary to type his message and dial the number he wants to call.” “Yes. He has an assistant and butlers.”

Ben's father never talked to me in such a gentle tone but for very first time he gently talked to me with his eyes constantly looking at the floor and said, " Mam Linda! I am really sorry for what happened last night. I shouldn't have tried to hurt you. I have realised my mistake. Please ask Mister Brent not to acquire our business and to forgive us this once. I started to understand what Mr Brent said to me in the morning but the one thing that I still didn't get was how Brent, a neurosurgeon could affect such a huge company in such a short period of time. Ben's father told me that Mr Brent was the owner of a huge billionaire company in foreign and he became a neurosurgeon just because of

I murmured and she took her time to turn to me. “ Oh. Have fun then. ” Raising her hand on which she was wearing many rings, she patted my upper arm and started walking. My eyes followed her until she stopped beside an old man. I recognised him right on spot. He was Jonas Lincoln. The CEO of Lincoln Corp. A man of discipline as rumoured to be. He was Madison's father. Heaving a heavy breath, I averted my eyes away and they landed on someome familiar once again. Shit! What was he doing here? I groaned and turned my back at him.

In Korea, or rather globally, the news that one of the top Variety show that CBC aired had finally appeared to have a first non celebrity in that show does made a lot of people and fans talking about it. What even more attracting is that The world most sought after man, the person that had recently revolutionize not only the business world but also the medical world, had finally made it’s appearance in an in depth style. Making it easier for people to get to know him, It was the controversial and the most promising company of all time, Virtue Financial. It’s sole owner and founder, Mies Sai, the charismatic, enigmatic and mysterious person that the business world had always wanted to grasp.