Pillar Men Novels & Stories

“I believe we can come out of this. I believe we can conquer this time” “Peter Jackson you're not a Billionaire. You stole my money and called yourself a Billionaire CEO. Expected my return because I'm gonna return so hard on you and draw life out of your Damned soul”. The secret Billionaire Perry Juan said with a frown horror face looking outside through the window.

But the man’s been getting me ready for this since I came home from college. Technically, my dad’s Consigliere or trusted advisor, would move to be my underboss.. but sometimes it doesn’t work that way. You can basically choose your own if no one stirs up trouble. And I’m not sure I want Pel to be mind. “Pel” is what we all call him. It’s short for Pelican which is even worse and stupider. It’s not even his real name. His name is Peter. Everyone just called him Pelican then shortened it.

She read the headline and held herself from vomiting right away. 'Sources say that multi-billionaire James Miller was the one responsible for the deaths of his parents when he was a kid, did he kill them?' Trembling Becky switched the news and what appeared on that one was even worse. 'James Miller has a mental disorder and is obsessed with women's slavery'

* James * When we arrived, I parked the vehicle in the circular drive. She got down before I could even kill the engine. Two figures stepped out from the portico, an older man with shoulders that still carry a general's straightness and a face carved by decisions, Lance Dankworth if I am not mistaken, and beside him a smaller, composed old woman, Julliane Dankworth, whose eyes scan me with a practiced cool. They both look exactly like the kind of people who had run things here long before I was breathing.

Ten to twenty percent was basically a death sentence. "There isn't a finalized protocol, so I don't have anything to show." Joseph shook his head. Then, he changed the subject. "You know Cora very well, right? Tell me who this man is." He slid over the photograph Grace had given him. The picture showed a middle-aged man with an unmistakable bald spot. It was definitely not Frank. Frank said, "I don't know who that is either, but I could help you ask Cora." Frank was surprised as well. He never expected that Cora would have another man.

she said. A tall, brunette woman and a strong, muscular man stood there. The woman was dressed as a maid, along with all the other women, and the man was wearing a black chef uniform, like half of the men. They both looked at me with eyes of pity, but they seemed to warn me of Grandmama. I smiled at them, and they briefly smiled back, but then returned their gaze to Grandmama. For some reason, they looked worried. "Where is that child of yours!?" She said, aggravated.