Novel Capital Novels & Stories

“Come on, Young Master Price! It’s only thirteen million! Nova Anderson smiled brightly before leaning on Calum Price, being all cute. “That money’s nothing for you, right? I want this one!” Naturally, Nova’s goals were simple. She wanted to bind the man down with the expensive house. After all, she was considered a genius doctor and a wealthy lady. After getting crushed by Darius Jackson and his wife, only the hospital knew about the actual truth for the time being. People who did not know still thought she was a genius.

''Ezra said, '' We can use Murphy law as a way to sign alliance. '' Ezra said, '' What would you get in return?'' '' My kingdom don't have anything to offer you right now. ''Novella said, '' Give me Zillion?'' ''The abandoned land that we lock up. ''Novella said, '' Yes ' '' Why would you want that surely you don't plan to go in there? ''Novella said, '' No, My husband has some interest in the land he wants it. ''Ezra said,

"It isn't 'Speaking' in words. It’s 'Scanning' our 'History-Standard.' It’s looking for the 'Net-Profit' of the last fifty years." This is the "Paid-Hook": The reader discovers that the Creditor views the "Violet-Winter" as a "Failed-Startup." To the entity, humanity’s "Wilding" is equivalent to "Burning-the-Venture-Capital." The "Interview" is actually a "Liquidation-Hearing." The Mechanics of the Narrative-Collateral

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

“How? So fast? Edan opened his eyes wide, completely stunned. “Yes! It's crazy, isn't it? Ricardo smiled superiorly. "But I had a lot of faith that this could work and well, there you can see the results. "But was this supposed to be capital?" Have you got it back? Edan insisted. “Yes, in fact, with your investment, I was able to make a capital and return the money with profits... "But..." Edan looked at him frowning, it was illogical, what business could give so much in such a short time? "But what kind of business is that?"

said Jay affectionately. Angeline shook her head like a rattle. “No, I have to find one on my own.” Jay could feel someone pouring a bucket of icy water on his head, and his whole body turned cold. Angeline wanted to rid herself of his protection. How could he let that happen? “Angeline… A workplace is often cruel to newcomers. Without my protection, I’m merely worried they’ll swallow you whole,” said Jay solemnly. Angeline smiled playfully. “The biggest capitalist in Imperial Capital is right here. And the capitalist who wants to swallow me whole is also right here. Apart from you, who’d want to take advantage of me?”

Although plenty were like her among the wealthy heirs, she was … on the extreme end. When she had first arrived in Macldo, she had gone wild with spending. It was to the point where those unaware could have mistaken her for a princess visiting Macldo. That was also why Marietta had been busy writing scripts for a while. It was all because Yvonne was depleting her funds. "I-I have my own money!" Yvonne snapped. She straightened her back and added, "Don't worry. I'll pay you with my money." "That's good to hear."

With billionaires, the line between them was thin. He'd chosen Le Bernardin, where seven-course lunches cost more than most monthly salaries. Elena had learned to navigate such spaces, though her wolf still found them suffocatingly civilized. "Straight to business," Castellan said after pleasantries. "I want to buy NovaTech." "It's not for sale." "Everything's for sale at the right price. One billion. Cash. You'd personally net over four hundred million after taxes." Four hundred million. Enough to buy Silvermoon outright, to return as conquering hero rather than strategic investor. Enough to never need anyone's approval again.