Novels About Money Novels & Stories

" With the statement, the defining difference appeared. They discussed how they don't focus on saving money. They were both millions of dollars in debt - but good debt. They don't diversify. They were long-term investors who didn't invest in mutual funds, as a primary investment vehicle, because they invested to win. They started talking about how their books were different and popular than those of other financial authors. The obvious became more obvious. "Most financial authors tell their readers to live below their means," Jason said. "One author recommends not having that daily cappuccino and saving the cappuccino money in mutual funds instead - so that later in life you will become rich

“Mm, my God these are so good. Try one.” I take one from the tray and follow her, fuck it is like heaven as it literally melts in my mouth. Mia gets up and pours the coffees for us. “Wow, how the other half live, right?” “We didn’t do so bad at home when I was growing up, we never went without.” “No but the money Nico has, it’s insane, right?” “Er, yeah, I guess so. But Mia remembers he is a Don, it’s not all clean money. It makes me sick.”

“It’s fine. Totally fine. Great even. I forgive you so fast my ancestors just felt it. We’re good.” A MILLION DOLLARS? Deja screamed internally. Rich people really do be out here playing Monopoly but with real money. ‘Sorry I didn’t defend your honor, babe—here’s a casual fortune.’ Is this an apology or a bribe? And do I look like I care? Because I don’t. Not when there are zeroes. Ren studied her face. “You really like money, don’t you?” “Like money?” Deja snorted. “My dude, I respect money. I write sonnets about it. I daydream about not having to choose between WiFi and dinner. Money is the one love interest who’s never disappointed me.”

And money was how prosecutors made juries hate you even if they couldn’t prove you pulled the trigger. I opened the email, already reaching for my laptop. My resolve hardened so fast it felt like muscle memory. All right, Silvia. If you want to make this about finances, we can do that. But you’re going to learn something about me first: I don’t lose narratives. I take them back.

I only hope grandpa will go easy on them when the time comes. “Erggg that stupid character he even chooses the money than his girlfriend. Why is it that is our lives always run by money? As far as I can remember the very first humans on earth survived without money. Greed is really something.” Ruzzel utter as we stare at the ending credits of the movie we just watched.

Having the guts to follow a stranger’s demand even if I didn’t know them well I’m not even sure if what they’re saying is true, if they’re here, or if there is such a thing as a Live Suicide in the world. “Money has a profound effect on individuals. They become uneducated in order to amass enormous sums of money,” I said as my sight strayed down the dark path. “Contrary to popular belief, it is not people who circulate the money, it is the money that’s circulates people. Without a livelihood, there is no money, and without money, there is no life.” They will go to any length to get a single scrap of paper, even if it means risking their lives. “Money has a higher intrinsic worth than their l

I mutter bitterly. The root of all evilness is money. People will kill, lie, and steal for it. They believe that money can buy them happiness but, in reality, it merely buys them additional problems; turmoil. I should know since I've murdered a man who was one hundred dollars short on his payment. He believed he could deceive me and pull the wool over my eyes. But if you deal with a substantial amount of money on a daily, you can visually eyeball a briefcase loaded with stacks of hundred-dollar notes and determine if you are short-changed.

I never imagined that someone could be so deep in shit. He raised an eyebrow. -It's weird to hear you say something so vulgar. Dominic snorted lightly and kissed her cheek. -I'll watch my language, but now that's what needed to be said– he showed him one of the papers, –You see this? Do you think anyone can process that much money in a single day from a single account? Aidan looked at the writing on the paper and his brow furrowed. -My field is not economics, but with my little knowledge of transactions, this looks pretty shady– he said.

“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

“What did I do to you? Why are you doing this? Why?!” She laughed. “Me? Hmm… nothing, Engineer Akemi. But I needed money, so I did this. Simple as that.” I shook my head in disappointment. “Money? Yeah, money.” I laughed bitterly, trying to insult her. “Your reason is too shallow. That’s not how I know you, Channel. If you needed money, why didn’t you tell me?” Money? I know how powerful money is. Because of money, many are willing to commit crimes. They’re capable of killing, kidnapping, and being evil. Over the past many years, I’ve witnessed how money corrupts people. How it destroys beautiful families and friendships. And how they kill each other just to get it. That was crazy, bu