Novel About Money Novels & Stories

“You’ll get used to it.” He edged her forward with a hand on the small of her back until she was in the main body of the plane. He sat on one of the large sofas, pulling her down next to him as the door was secured and the crew took their stations. “I know it’s a little overwhelming, but you’ll adjust,” he told her. “Money can be your friend or your enemy. It all depends on how you look at it, and what you do with it.” “I just keep thinking about an old adage my grandmother told me,” she said, her hands suddenly feeling too large for her lap, as she wound her fingers together. “Money corrupts, and absolute money corrupts absolutely.”

There's a novel I read about Wealthy greek men having somekind of secret compartment to hide some of there money or maybe a slush fund, well I came up with nothing as I scoured all the room. It was just the boredom in me speaking beside with how cynical Vitalo is, he probably has his own wealth or slush fund hidden in an off shore switzerland private bank. I put the pen on the desk with a sigh as I thought of what to do since my brain isn't responding to my work. As I stared around the house I noticed that there were quite a few expensive paintings in the house giving it a luxurious look. The whole house looked like it dropped out of a novel and still yet it seems like a museum. Suddenly My

Just a quiet life on the fringes with a private teacher for their little daughter and enough money to never have to explain where it came from. The money. I almost laughed. Not because anything was funny. Because it suddenly made perfect sense in a way that hurt. We had always had money. Comfortable money. The kind that meant I never worried about tuition or rent or any of the things I stressed about. I had never questioned it. I had just accepted it the way you accept the colour of your front door, it was always there, it was always fine, it never required examination. Spy money. Years and years of sold intelligence and betrayed packs and burned bridges, all of it converted into a quiet com

By the way, how do you intend to survive here without money? This cat was really good at rubbing salt to her injury. Right now if there is one thing that Audrey finds as the most dreaded topic, that would be 'money'. As smooth sailing as how her current situation seems to be at the surface, she knew that it would only be a matter of time before she will eventually face problems due to the lack of enough finances to fund her studies. As the saying goes, money makes the world goes around. It's the rich that study, while the poor had to work. No matter how hard she racks her brain Audrey really can't think of a way to get easy money.

Ye, would she ever lack five or twenty million? For the first time, Michelle felt that the thinking of characters in novels differed from her own. She didn't wish to continue this conversation with Isabella. She could be spending that time writing. What had prompted her to meet the leading lady of the story? Michelle took a sip of her untouched coffee, its bitterness prickling her taste buds, prompting her to put it down quickly. "Miss Zhao,” she began, "I believe there's been a misunderstanding. It's not about the amount of money." She continued, "It's about not betraying one's conscience. I do not wish to deceive my child or the child's father." She paused, adding, "Thank you for the invit

Isn't it? Do spent a little time reading my 1st Novel: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

Nothing as complicated as marriage yet, I just wanted to introduce her to my world. One day, she stormed into my suite with anger and betrayal clearly etched on her face. She was holding a magazine that had both our faces on it. It read, "Billionaire heir of the Martinez empire seen with Polish local. Looks like even Polish girls aren't immune to the beautiful art of gold-digging."

“Dad, I think it's time for me to steal this book. Just maybe then, I will be able to read your investment and business plan book and understand it.” I laughed on hearing that because she picked up Ben Carson's, Think Big, novel. I'm certain she thought the “Think Big” meant she was practically going to think like an adult. “It's a good book, my dear.” You should. She stretched herself to get to the novel and picked out the book. She dropped a twenty dollar note into the BNM( Borrow Novel Money) box. It was a tradition in my house that for every book borrowed, we placed twenty dollars into the box to make it feel worthy of a price paid for in everyone's hand even though it must be returned.

“Do you know how bad I feel right now dad? My fiance cheats on me even on the morning of our engagement and you’re worried about a business, really? I guess I was just an investment not a daughter “ I said then ran up to my room. I needed to find a way around this, I knew how much influence the Woods held and how far they can go to make sure no one invest in the company, we have being surviving on the investments and making a name for ourselves with it without my father thinking it’s ideal to invest his personal funds and gains from the corporation so as to reduce the reliance on investments and now we are at the brink of bankruptcy and poverty with no savings that could save a huge corporat