Novel & Cerita Novel Of Chetan Bhagat

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."

I feel so helpless right now. "What if I told you I heard about a job opportunity as a house cleaner, and the pay is catchy, and it could cover up for your sister's surgery f*e, you know? Besides, I heard he is a Billionaire, and who knows? You might even meet someone important.” as she leaned closer. Isabella's hope sparked. “A billionaire? That sounds too good to be true." Mia hesitated. "Well, I heard he expects perfection, and his staff works long hours. But if you're willing to take the challenge, I can set up an interview."

Clara stole a glance at me, one that seemed to ask if I was insane for making such an expensive order. "I'm the luckiest billionaire's wife, remember?" I asked in sarcasm. "Ohh... Pardon my manners," her face glittered in amusement. We ate in silence, the sweet aroma of various expensive delicacies filled the air. As the food went down my tiny throat, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction and pride wash over me. I knew it wouldn't be so easy being a billionaire's wife for the next 20 months but I was ready to give it whatever it would take. I had already tasted this life of luxury and I wouldn't stop for nothing.

he heard her say with a giggle as she disappeared into the house. Jayant squinted. Sweetheart? Does Maahiji have an American boyfriend? Nah, he shook his head as if warding off the insane possibility physically. Must be some girlfriend. Rich people talk to each other like this only, don't they? Maahiji knew better than to string some pansy-ass firang to his death, considering she comes with a deadly baggage named Kunal Ranjan Vaghela. In fact, should he himself meddle? Jayant worried about his own ass which would be very sorry if things don't pan out as he is hoping.

The air smelled faintly of cedar and linen, clean and expensive. I scanned the room. It was vast, too vast, with sleek lines and quiet wealth in every detail. A glass wall framed the skyline, washed in pale gold by the rising sun. Below, the city stretched awake, but here everything was silent. A leather couch sat untouched in the corner, a marble table reflected the light, and a decanter with amber liquor stood ready, as if waiting for a man to return from work. This was no hotel. My chest constricted. This was not safe.

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

Marie muttered to herself. She cuddled up in her sheets with the thought of Damien still in her mind. “Hmmm…I can't wait to be at that party!” She smiled and soon enough drifted off into sleep. Seth was way more than happy because he had finally had the opportunity to put his plans in motion. “So, you and your girl did the nasty and let me guess she still didn't tell you something tangible!” Charles Richardson brother to Seth came out with a drink in his hand. Charles was dangerous and a good food for the eyes. More like a seven course meal, he had everything you would think to attract a woman. Even fellow men found him blessed.

But once I almost clear my exam in Indian railways and almost got the job but that year merit gone very high, so I lost my hope and gaveup and ask my family to do a private job and they gave me a permission . Kshama's stop came first and we bid our goodbyes. This is my first novel. Please support it and ignore grammer mistakes. Don't forget to comment and vote. Thankyou

Chinyere didn't know if it was hunger that made simple noodles taste delicious or whether Tina was a good chef in reality. "I see you're enjoying it," Tina said. "My brother used to love Indomie. I wonder if he still does." Chinyere wondered what Tina's life was like before she was bought by Mr. Oko. Chinyere swallowed her food and asked, "What was your life like before you came here?"

Now, that he knew what he needed, he was on the hunt — the hunt for true love. **************************************************** It was November in New York. Charles Michelson had just purchased a townhouse on the Upper East Side. For the past ten months, Charles has been on the search for love in France, London, and Italy. He found plenty of sex — great sex, actually — but no love. He decided to come back to New York to hunt for what he needed, for what he craved.