Novels About Money Novels & Stories

"I already told Devon, and now I'm telling you: I will never give up my baby. Not for fifty million, not for a hundred million. Not for any amount." "You're being ridiculous," Yvonne said, her perfect composure cracking slightly. "Do you know what you could do with a hundred million dollars? You could buy a mansion. You could travel the world. Start a bigger business. Never work another day in your life!" "I don't care," Clara said firmly. "Money isn't everything." Yvonne laughed, a cold, brittle sound. "Of course money is everything. Don't pretend you're somehow above it. Everyone wants money."

"The Holy Syndicate," Alexander spat, shoving a fresh magazine into his sidearm, even though he knew lead was a primitive defense against the technology descending upon them. "The 'Architects of the Silence.' My father used to tell stories about them—the original bankers who funded the world’s wars so they could buy the world’s peace."

"The people you owed money to—they won't be coming back. Henri made sure of that." ​Tom pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, painful realization. "Henri? As in Henri Gagnon? The guy from the news? Lizzie, people like him don't just do favors for anyone. What did you give him?" ​The question hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. Elizabeth looked at her brother, knowing she couldn't tell him the full truth. She couldn't tell him that she had sold her reputation, agreeing to play the part of a billionaire’s disposable fling just to ruin a woman named Marie and secure a corporate empire. If Tom knew he was the collateral that had forced her hand, it would break him.

Densely packed financial statements, bank transfers, asset transfers, and shipping lane and dock transfer documents rolled past one by one. The entire crowd watched in dead silence, not daring to blink. Martin was completely dumbfounded, his mouth hanging wide open in shock. Because beneath all of those documents, in the most prominent position possible, was my name on every single line. I looked at Martin's reaction with satisfaction and snapped my fingers. The screen shifted once again. In the report, a single line of text was exceptionally glaring. [Martin's current assets: 0 dollars [Current total debt exceeds one billion dollars.]

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

They say that money doesn't give you happiness, they're wrong, money can be lots and lots and lots of books and novels, and they make me VERY happy! There are a lot of new novels that I haven't read yet and they're making me drool. Since Brother is giving me quite a hefty amount of money for my allowance every week, he wouldn't notice if a few thousands go missing right? Hehe. I grinned mischievously. Just as I have expected, I came out of the store holding five large paperbags. I'm so proud of myself.

I lifted my hand and shook my head. " Say no more " He chuckled and lead me into a Chanel store. I walked over to the bag section and looked at the different ones. " Can I ask you a question miss? " I hummed as I turned to look at him. " ...Why does the conversation of money or wealth bother you so much? " He asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

“I have a lot of money. I am talking about my own fortune, not the fortune of the lions.” “Do– do you have a lot of money?” She stupidly questioned her again. Whatever the reason was, it sounded so ridiculous. In The Unknown, the people weren’t exactly materialistic, therefore, they didn’t really accumulate their wealth. Furthermore, it was much more harder to build any business because it was already old fashion to start one. To them, as long as they had magic, they could do anything. It was a ridiculous concept that constantly bit them in the ass at the end.

It was money in the bank. I couldn’t even concentrate on my reading anymore. I kept pacing around the room in circles, giddy. It took a while before I finally forced myself to calm down. One voice in my head scoffed, “Evelyn White, it’s not like you’ve never seen money before. Why are you losing your cool?” But another voice screamed, “This is different! That money wasn’t mine. I never earned it myself. Now I finally can! Didn’t those people mock me as a clueless, spoiled heiress?”