Playing With Billionaire Novel Novels & Stories

I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only knows what I'm gonna tell them. An hour later, the meeting started with Mr. Noah William, we discussed about the contract and everything. I don't like doing business with him, because I sense something fishy about him. I remember one day at a charity event he told me he liked me, indirectly, not like in a straight forward way, but in his own twisted way, but I rejected him, directly. I thought he was gonna take his shares back from the company or do something over dramatic, but he didn't, he behaved like nothing happened. I'm more than sure he's planning something much more bigger, because he has got a ego as big as the grea

Maybe I'll just pay Loren back for the money he lent me for paying my fees. “We’re here,” I rolled my eyes to see where we'd come to a halt and observed a tall, pitch-black door. “Now that is a really gigantic door.” I mumbled. Is it really necessary for it to be as large as a church entrance to be attached to the billionaire's room? It's also really gloomy— but wait, I can't see any handle where we can open it. As Aunt Elsie drew nearer to the humongous door, I kept an eye on her.

I gave him a hug. Dad never failed to show the best that he can in raising me even he encountered a lot of hard times doing that. Well, what can you expect? Being a billionaire's only child is never easy. Kidnap for ransom is the most common threat in my life that I had experienced and the reason that leads to traumatic experiences I least wanted. “But Dad, you said that you want me to be happy. Isn't it absurd for you to decide whom I'm going to marry?” I asked him in a low tone of voice.

Even her likes and dislikes change frequently in ways that feel confusing and unclear. As a result her relationship partner leave her or vice versa. Aliyah wants to say goodbye whenever she noticed there is a change of treatment than usual from her partner. She end the relationship to avoid the feeling of being hurt or the feeling of being abandon. On the other hand, Atif life is the opposite of what Aliyah have. He is consider as a young billionaire in the society where he belong. He has all possessions that needed in order to be happy or successful. Atif seemed to have everything – good looks, charm, and plenty of money.

She thought that the worst was over but then, her phone once again produced a beep sound, a notification that someone sent her a message. She grudgingly walked back to her chair to pick up her phone. 'How unfilial of you! Your father would be sent out of the city! And aren't you smart? Just how does that smarty brain of yours work? You'll get a hold of the city's renowned billionaire! What's so bad about that?! I'm actually giving you a perfect road to the top!' She can't help but sigh after reading her father's message. This old guy is really the main trigger of a massive migraine.

Their titles are; "Mr. Billionaire wants me Back" Which will be in both a mobo reader and a good novel And "His perfect Dare". Which will be available exclusively at a good novel. Thanks so much, for all the love. Please keep reading, liking, voting, and commenting but please only positive comments, not violent comments.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

No, this time, the man did not actually ask but instead just slipping the ring on the appropriate finger while Lynan was distracted with food. There might have been some tearful scolding to do it properly, but he did say yes in the end. The picture was captioned, ‘Finally going to be a real housewife. MY housewife.’ Well… Looks like playing games with the billionaire turned out to be a serious lifetime commitment. The End.

He pinned my other hand against the wall. "Boyfriend, huh?" he sneered. "I still don't believe you. You and your sneaky little brother have planned this. There's no way you'd be involved with that billionaire. He told you about them didn't he? You're lucky to even be born a Cunningham." "I don't care what you think or what you're talking about. I hate being Cunningham." His eyes narrowed. "How did you manage to get the guy to come here, huh? I almost want to believe in whatever scheme you're plotting. Did he even know who you are?"