Old Money Novels & Stories

It wasn’t the old one he’d had, but it wasn’t a new tractor either. I wondered why he didn’t buy a new one. He had plenty of money. Hell, he could have bought twenty brand new John Deere tractors. I laughed to myself. I supposed his frugality was why he died a very wealthy man. He never spent a dime. Even his truck in the driveway was an older Ford Diesel. He always said they don’t make them like they used to and poured money into keeping his older machines running. I figured I had at least an hour before Oliver woke up. I would use the time to apologize to Alex for being a dick. I went outside, leaving the door open with the screen door closed just in case he woke up and got scared when he

Wilson placed the document by Romero's side, the latter took the document, his eyes widened in surprise as he stared up at Wilson who was smiling. Romero couldn't believe what he was seeing “Wait…? Is this?” Wilson nodded, his excitement evident on his face, “Yes, the Old Wealth are at it again, they have upgraded your plan to the gold level.” “Oh!” Romero stood to his feet, a bright smile curled his lips. There were four levels in the ‘Old Wealth' and they are the Bronze level, the Silver level, the Gold and the Premium. Each level had various deals and the higher the level the more you received deals with billions and billions of money.

“You are very beautiful. You know what, why don't you keep your five million and sleep with me? I can give you benefits.” His chubby, fat palms reached for Olivia's face, caressing her jaws downwards till it got to her chest. She shook her head, nervously, pushing him away. “Take your money and let my brother be!” Olivia shoved the stacks of cash in hundred of thousands bundles at the old fogey in black. His laughter resurfaced, deeper and cold like he had no life in him. It echoed through the dimly lit basement as Olivia’s trembling hands pushed the money toward him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lungs struggling to reclaim the air she had lost moments ago.

“He told me I had to have a bachelor party at a strip club. Said it’s tradition or whatever.” I shook my head. Of course. I had almost forgotten how crazy my family was. My brother especially. The King family were strange, everyone knew that, but nobody dared say it to our faces. There are two types of wealth: old money and new money. If new money were the ones bragging about their wealth and craving attention, old money were the ones sipping tea while everyone already knew their names. And my family? We were at the very top of the ladder of old money. From generation to generation, we were basica

“Hazel, you can see again? That’s amazing! Thank God!” My dad was practically tripping over his own words. “If you’re willing to come home, your mom and I will be so happy. And don’t worry, I’ll find you the best divorce lawyer out there! “We’ll be there in three days to bring you back to Northbridge.” … Coincidentally, the day I was supposed to leave happened to be the day Sam and I were finally going to have our long-awaited wedding ceremony. When we first got married, we were broke. We couldn’t even afford a cheap zirconia ring, let alone a wedding dress or professional photos.

When he came to, he said weakly, "Mr. Roy, I really like Valerie. I'll treat her right, even if it costs me everything." Dane sighed without saying anything, but after that day, he didn't try to stop me and Jethro from being together anymore. After graduation, Jethro got a job at a law firm. I still remembered the first month he got paid. He made $8,000 but bought me a necklace that cost $7,500. "You're such a fool! Return it!" I scolded him, upset that he had spent so much. That was poor financial management. He laughed it off, fastening the necklace around my neck. "We've been together for four years, and I haven't bought you a proper gift. You deserve the best. Now that I'm earning, I'll

the scrawny old man addressed him in a friendly and natural manner. When Grand Old Master Yorks saw the scrawny old man, his stern and solemn expression eased up as he cried out in surprise, “Dear Lord, Zechariah! What brings you here? You haven’t turned up to play chess with me for so long. I heard that you’ve made a fortune selling rough stones lately, is that true?” “Thanks to you, Brother Yorks, I’ve saved some money and am planning to prepare a decent dowry for my little girl." The scrawny old man laughed.

The old man said as he handed Alex a black ATM card. Alex was bewildered, “How much money is in the account?” Lex Gunther answered, “Not much, a measly ten billion dollars.”

Don’t be surprise am tryna rob a old woman here, it kinda what I do, hahahahaha I really do deceive with this my cute innocent outgoing aura. “My child… I’ve got… few bucks only…… left with me.” She replied in her old croak voice. I scoff, then hijack the mama’s purse and take half of what inside, which is 50bucks, am nice tho. Damn I thought oldies are the richest dudes.

“Money! The one that given by the old man who was with you last night! Give it to me!! You slut! I thought you would never come back here!!” “I need money! I have something to spend on.” She added. “I-I don’t have any money. I have to spend my money on the way here,” I said. My knees and hands are shaking. “What the hell!! You had s*x with that old man and then you didn’t even ask for money or he didn’t give you anything!!? I sold you so that if you ever come home, you can give us more money!” Old man? What does she mean? Stephen isn’t that old, I guess, he’s the same age as Xenon.