Old Money Novels & Stories

It's been a wild ride, but we're still standing, ready to take on whatever comes our way. "I wonder if he's old, grumpy, ill-tempered? You know how old money people are, they can get a bit extremely obnoxious." I wondered out loud to my best friend Lyra. "I can't shake the thought—what if he's one of those old, grumpy types? You know, the kind with an ill-tempered demeanor? Old money folks can be extremely obnoxious," I mused aloud, sharing my concerns with my best friend Lyra.

"Raeleigh, you should keep this extra money and spend it on yourself. You shouldn't spend it all on me. I don't even like these things," the old lady said. In actuality, it was not that she didn't like it, but that she didn't want the money to be wasted on her. To put it bluntly, even if she had the best clothes to wear then or the best things to use, she didn't have it in her youth when she could've really used and enjoyed it. So, what was the point of having it, now that she was already so old.

A young girl greeted her as we passed and I figured that was the receptionist for this floor. “Welcome go my office. Have a seat anywhere you want. Because you will be doing a lot of work today. There's a new I vestor in the market. i hear he's rich. I'm not talking new money, those people have too little. I'm talking, old money with inheritance and all that. That means the well isnt running dry any time soon. He's the fish we need to catch.” That sounded like a deal we'd have foolish to pass up on. It always meant that everyone would want to get to him first.

"This is our family's trusted secretary. He's been protecting my family's wealth for decades." "Oh." Keira's eyes widened. "You are rich, Mom?" she asked. "Yes. In fact," Henry spoke, "the Golden Age was funded by them before it was even on top." "Oh," Keira exclaimed. "So..." She waited for her mother. "I will tell you the rest later. But I want you to greet him. This is Carter."

“The significant families. The ones with history and reach and the kind of money that has been money for long enough that it no longer needs to announce itself.” “Old money.” I surmised. “Exactly.” He said. “I heard you met Lotus. Lotus family. The Martinez family. Several others. They are members because their bloodlines built the thing.” He looked at me steadily. “The D’Angelo family is new money. My father made his fortune inside a single generation. He is successful, he is powerful, and he has never been permitted inside that room.” I began to understand where this was going.

On Christmas Eve, my wife, Abigail Balmer, publicly announced her relationship with her forty-ninth boy toy. [My forever love, @Dwayne Porter.] [My forever love, @Abigail Balmer.] Then she turned to comfort me. "He just lost a dare game, that's all. Don't take it to heart." Everyone mocked me as the man who'd married into money, too spineless to fight back. But I never made a scene. What they didn't know was that I'd struck a deal with the System. Every time Abigail was unfaithful, one year of her lifespan would transfer to me. By my count, of the eighty years she should have lived, she now had exactly one left. All I had to do was survive until the New Year, and she'd meet her natu

the old man said, urgent to leave. Looking at the simple band with utter confusion, I wondered why had he picked such a simple one. It looked very cheap and of plain metal, it will leave a green mark on the white glove. Was he not rich? It is not like it matterd for me if it were otherwise but I just wondered this sudden move of his. He had told Father that money was not a problem and that Ophelia could spend how ever she wanted. He didn't like me?

"Okay, don't worry. That person has enough money." Hearing Old Ma's words, Lang Yu felt that he had misheard. "Are you sure?" "Old Lang, I'm sure. I can even promise you with my head. Do you know how much money that person has?" Old Ma said with a smile. Lang Yu shook his head and guessed, “Tens of millions of purple crystals? Or hundreds of millions?” Old Ma laughed and said, "Guess again." "Damn, there shouldn't be more than a billion, right?"

Her eyes glittered with the shimmer of gold that she imagined would be hers in twenty-four hours. --- The old woman in the dilapidated house was beyond ecstatic. She spent those hundred dollars buying a nice hands down dress for herself, two cans of beer and lots of food and still she was left with forty dollars. If sixty dollars could do this much, she couldn’t imagine how much ten thousand coins do. She chugged down the contents of the cans and chucked them aside. That night she slept like a log and her dreams were of a gold bed that she licked with her tongue.

Common Jeoff my stomach grumbling in hungriness. “Of course the future Elder’s wife must be stay in his house.” A comment from an old man who wear his suit looks smart at him. Seems he engage his entire life in running a business. Yes, we understand that in this world we need money to live on. Expenses is a twin sister of living. But, lets make it in harmony balance. A time for our family, a time to find a money. Why that money even existed in this world?! A paper that have a power to control us. Tsk. Even me.