Novel About Money Novels & Stories

I didn’t even have the faintest idea what the hell I was doing or how I could possibly steal a patent, not that I would want to anyway. I should have known this was all too good to be true. Dudley preached how awful our family was, but in reality he wasn’t any better. He sent his niece on a wild goose chase to carry out his petty vengeance under the guise of cementing my independence from my petty family. I sighed, realizing what this meant. I had no inheritance, no money to sustain me while I wrote my novel. Not to mention I had no awe-worthy end to my stupid mystery novel now. This mysterious treasure was all a selfish facade. I had made my way over to the couch and was reclining my head o

As I kept myself busy trying to get through with the edits I have for the day, so I could know whether I can finish early and go grab some groceries. And yeah I forgot to say that I got my pay early today on my new bank account and trust me when I say that I cried my eyes out when I saw My. Money. It's been long since I have money, seriously Jonah did me dirty, I didn't know I could shout over a few thousands. Not like the money is little but I know how much I handle before my previous bank was seized by Jonah for no reasonable shit. If it hadn't been for Lucy, I swear I would have worn a sack and seat on the streets to beg because I literally won't know what else to do.

I brought my years of secret savings with me. I immediately checked my bank account on my phone, and when I saw millions in savings, I almost burst out laughing. This was pocket change for a wealthy family. But to someone like me—a working stiff scraping by on a few thousand dollars a month—it felt like a fortune from the heavens. Recalling the tragic end awaiting my character in the novel, I immediately decided to flee from the protagonists and embrace a life of carefree indulgence. To relieve the stress of my sudden death and new life, I rushed to a bar and did something I had been dreaming of for ages. I spent my money like it was nothing, even hiring ten male models to give me the royal

"I say, whatever you want to do. I left the Navy stuff behind and I'm on a new path now." Thomas' phone rang. He pulled it out and read something. Max held on to the arm rests and grit his teeth as the truck snaked along the empty road. "Fuck me," Thomas muttered. "Something wrong?" Max asked. "Nothing you need to worry about. People with too much damn money and not enough sense. Fuck me. Money only gets you so far." Max nodded. That much he could agree with. His friend Orion had come from money and his tragic family story was more than enough to convince Max money didn't buy happiness.

August’s POV When I walked into my apartment, I let out a deep sigh of relief. The day had been exhausting, but it was worth it. I pulled the thick bundle of cash out from under my hoodie and tossed it onto the table, watching as it landed with a satisfying thud. Half a million dollars. Again. I smiled to myself, already imagining the future I was building with every dollar. If things kept going this well, I’d have enough money to buy that massive plot of land I’d been dreaming of. I’d build my estate, a monument to my success, and enter the business Jackson had mastered—human and werewolf trafficking.

“Seriously, Book, this place is almost as old as you. Why don’t you use some of that money you used to steal and buy a nice place? Maybe one without a fucking roach infestation.” The critter unleashed a fresh memory, Zoe’s sleepy voice confessing her lie of his occupation. His stomach flipped, his throat thankful he had nothing left in his stomach to expel. Booker’s voice snapped his from his thoughts. “Listen here, kid. Money’s meant to be spent on fine women, fine whiskey and some good ol’ fashioned drugs. Why would I spent good money on a nice place? This works just fine.” Kicking the front door shut, Booker dawdled to the sofa, falling into it. It creaked almost as loudly as he did.

“Your family seemed so important to you. Isn’t it a fair deal to keep our secrets in exchange for your family’s safety?” I balled my fist. If not for their visible rotten attitudes, I might have thought that all of them are decent people but you shouldn’t judge people simply by their appearance. “What should I do with this then? Making a journal out of the assets you plundered from somebody’s pocket is an impossible feat. Humans are so obsessed with money and they won’t let you get away with this if they knew that you have plundered their fortunes.” “Do you have any other plans other than that? Any other brilliant ideas, hmm?”

“No one would reject money. The 1.5 million my mom offered him allowed him to open such a huge Japanese restaurant in all its glory. “Even if it wasn’t used to pay for this restaurant, he could buy himself a small house in a decent district. “Whatever it is, he can certainly put this 1.5 million to good use. “Those from poor families always need a lot of money to be with people like us.” She ate up the caviar in one bite and wiped her mouth, stopping Diana from saying anything as she went on, “If anyone thinks there’s ever too much money, then there would be no need for Fulcher Inc. to continue running. “Even if Fulcher Inc. closed its doors, you and Julian can retire with money that can’t b

I moaned in pain when my bruised palms came in contact with the edge of the steel chair, I would also probably need to work overtime today as well, I need to buy a new bag and some books, I can’t allow myself to lend some more money from Melissa, I owe her a lot as it is. I shook my head at the thought of asking my half-brother, Nathan to lend me some money, he would probably tell Ron about it, and he would beat me half alive again. I was in the vacant hallway that is located at the back, it’s an emergency exit and nobody uses it since there hasn’t been any emergency and I was reading a book. My favorite book in the world, it was a tragedy, but also a classic by Guillotine, it is titled “Val

Ray asked as the bellman closed the door. “There’s old money and new money. Old money, which is what me and Ava are, are people who have had money for at least ten generations or more. New money is people who had come into wealth from three or less generations, which is you.” “Does that really matter?” Ray asked with furrowed brows. This was starting to become too much for him. All he had wanted was to get Ava to come back home with him – to be with him and the boys. He hadn’t wanted new suits, coats, a fancy hotel room that was like an apartment, nor a new hair cut – God help him.