Must Read Finance Books Novels & Stories

Leila I paced the narrow aisle of the bookstore. Financial books loomed on either side, their spines mocking me with titles like Advanced Economic Theory and Principles of Wealth. I picked up a heavy tome, its cover slick under my fingers, then set it down with a thud. My thoughts churned, a mess of frayed threads. Lucas had allowed me to take the Royal School of Finance entrance exam, but his promises always carried a hook. What was he scheming? And those questions in the exam — nowhere to be found, not in any library or seedy back-alley deal.

"And He wouldn't hurt you in such a public place." When I was done picking the books, I left the store and decided to get something to eat. Back at the bookstore, I had bought two romance books, one on self-care and another on financial management. They were the most interesting for me and the financial management book made me miss my university days. It wasn't a textbook but it brought back many memories. My grip on the paper bag tightened as I thought of something bad. I went to school to be able to properly control my family's business and now, I couldn't even work in any cooperate businesses. I sighed and gave my head a light shake.

the day I lost everything. I sighed wearily. Really, there was no time to rest and definitely no time to waste. Sitting up, I realized my desk was empty, with only a few training books and a laptop. A frown formed on my forehead. It seemed I would have to hasten up and finish the books as soon as I could. I picked the book I was currently reading, "The Keys to a Successful Business." I'd already gotten to the sixteenth page, and yet nothing had really registered in my head. The thought frustrated me.

Like oh, this is where you run off to when you feel the need to avoid me? Or this is the peace and solitude you've been enjoying all by yourself? My eyes suddenly caught a book resting on a table just beside me. I picked it up, my eyes widening in surprise as I read the title aloud. “Taking charge of your finance...” I didn't need to turn to know Robert had come right behind me. I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck. “...By Robert J. Hardy. I didn't know you write.” I finished with a gasp.

"I learned how to talk when I was three. I'm not clueless about the world, either. I have a photographic memory, and I've already memorized every business book in this house." I lifted my head to look him straight in the eye. "As for those strategies, I learned them from reading. The study contains over 3,000 books. I've read every single one over the last five years. "I studied Warren Bucket's investment choices, Steve Japes' management style, and how other conglomerates started. I memorized all of them, thought them through day and night, and kept running them over in my mind. "What I just said was just basic theory applied to the current market. I'm no miracle kid. I'm just an ordinary ki

CHAPTER 134 Clara’s POV The afternoon sun hung high in the sky as I stepped out of the bookstore carrying two new books pressed against my chest. One was about corporate governance. The other was about shareholder litigation. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have even understood the titles. Now I was spending my free time reading them voluntarily. The realization almost made me laugh. If someone had told me six months ago that I would willingly spend hours studying business law, I would have assumed they were insane.

The room was filled with shelves of books. I hadn’t ever liked to read, but it was better than sitting around doing nothing. I went to the first shelf and frowned at the title. “Financial Analytics… Psychology: A History…” I kept walking. I didn’t know what any of these books were supposed to be about, but I kept looking for something that seem more interesting and something I could understand. I heard people walking down the hall past my room. “She can clean up after herself,” someone said. “What I would give to have a night alone with the alpha… It’s such a waste on that half breed.”

Piddles and his flea collection off the streets. (A lot of people believe that "Finance" is about "money." That is not quite true. Finance is about managing risk through time to maximize the benefit of consumption. I have a PhD in risk management. Getty is dead because he did the opposite of risk management, he made the wrong decision at every turn and the inevitable odds caught up with him. If he had not died on the run, in the rest area, he would have died in prison, or worse, as some debt collector made a bad example of his ass. Probably taking some other folks, like his cousin, with him. Of that there is no doubt sooo... no risk. It may sound harsh but the world was better off now that h

He casually pulled over a stool for me, and I sat down. The study's layout was simple. Aside from a desk and two chairs, there were only two bookshelves placed against the walls without windows on either side. Having nothing else to do, I began scanning the shelves to see what kinds of books there were. "Most of these are about finance. If you want to read something else, I can buy it for you," Julian said as he shut down his computer and walked over to me.

he said, indicating the book. "Your grandfather suggested it." "Benjamin Graham is not light reading even for someone with a finance degree." "Benjamin Graham," Gabrielle corrected quietly, "is essential reading for someone who intends to survive in a market controlled by predators. Your grandfather understands that I am not here to decorate your arm at charity galas, Mr. Shore. He understands that I intend to become relevant." The word struck him. Relevance. His grandfather's word, or hers? The distinction suddenly seemed crucial.