Poor Little Rich Novels & Stories

This pack must be filthy rich. I've been in this world for nearly a week and two days, but there is something I've noticed. Regardless of how wealthy one can be, there would always be poor ones, always working their asses off to make ends meet. While the rich ones keep making and squandering more money lavishly. That Clarissa girl I met earlier, from what that judging bitch of a mother mentioned, she must be the daughter of a neighboring pack. Everything on her body screams Nouveau Riche. I shook my head in displeasure, rolling my eyes at my stupidity. Like?, why am I even stressing my brains from what I'll earn nothing from?

A soft smile tugged at my lips as I gently bowed my head and walked to the exit. My mother—before she left me—used to say that people could either be rich or loved, as if that could explain why she had always been penniless. I wondered where I fit according to this saying because, right now… I was neither.

I walk into my door, I slowly open the door to peep and I shut the door and I open the door slowly again and peep again and he was the one, he was cold and I was like "Only God knew what issue he had with his parents and I thought again Rich people and their kids,I trust we that we come from poor home , we dear not even behave that way except you have your money that some things wil be overlooked when I said money, I dont mean some thousands that would begin to make someone feel big, I mean real money ike millions or you dare not even get angy because by the tine two hot slaps would had sounded on your face then you will learn to respect your parents again even with your money, you dare not

Having a feeling that it is turning red by now. "Don’t you dare speak that way to my daughter. You don’t know what she has been through just to get in the position she is in right now." "Seriously, I have no care. For me, she is just someone who is trying to fit herself into a place she does not belong. I heard, you two came from both poor lives. Surely, you are enjoying every penny that dad gives you and want to captivate the whole mansion as well. Let me ask, how’s the experience of being rich?" I heard, they became poor for a sudden reason.

Let's just show Elias how crazy she is so she won't be investigated, and he doesn't think she's doing things behind her back. "Yes. I wish I was bankrupt. That way I can try the life of the poor and see what it is like." Being too rich is not necessarily a good thing, sometimes the money is too much and I don't know where to use it. I want to let myself fall once and see where it goes, but my heart doesn't allow it. Do whatever it takes to step on others, not let anyone step on you. I thought Vera knew the answer, but didn't expect Elias to say it. The rich want to get richer, here he wants to be poor. It is true that life is always so opposite that it is impossible to imagine, or what if he

The verses would go like this " twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are! Up above in the world so bright, shining like a diamond in the sky. Then she would turn the stone up and down in every directions. It would sparkle like the rays of the sun. The rays would bring hope to her. She was becoming more beautiful by the day. Her slim body and small curves would show perfectly when she was wearing her favourite summer frock. It was a flowered beautiful little number her mother bought the last Christmas before she died. It was the only dress she could wear whenever there were occasions. Infact it was the only dress she had except the old ones she wore every day. There would be loa

He began softly, witch his face turned away from me and I felt my head falling back in disappointment. However, he was yet to finish. "Being rich gives you the power to get away with anything, without any accountability. No one bats an eye if the rich does something wrong—But being poor means you've already lost." He continued seriously and I could only watch him unblinking for a moment, in attempts to internalise his words; only to blink and look away with an exhausted sigh. "Right—and since you are already very rich, then going by this logic you should be ecstatic and jumping up and down in happiness—" I turned to him with a roll of eyes but didn't expect to catch the staggered look on his

“ A chocolate. “ Tim answers breaking it in two. He gives one part of it to me and eats the other. “ I’ve rarely had those. “ He comments. “ Can I see yours? “ He asks, I give the piece to him. He first smells it and then eats it. Right in front of my very own two eyes. “ Why’d you do that?? “ I scream. “ What? Stop whining Emma. You’re not a child. “ He says absentmindedly. “ Are you really rich? The first time, you stole Tim’s cupcake and this time it’s my chocolate!” I joke. “ No, I’m actually poor, just pretending to be rich. The company, the mansion, my cars, and my wealth all appeared one day and I suddenly became rich. “ He jokes half-heartedly. “ Maybe if I was poor, I wouldn’t have

Anna's POV AFTER THREE WEEKS I used to think rich people have it all and the poor are the unfortunate ones meant to have one problem or the other that they are to solve every single day of their lives, most of which has to do with their finances. My thinking now has changed, ever since the day I visited Aidan's parents and I got to meet his mother and his father. Aidan is a billionaire but he has his unfair share of life challenges.

I was getting pissed. "And who gave you the right to talk about them like that?just because you're rich doesn't mean you should go about talking shit about people. I think they work as hard as we do, they're are just quite unfortunate not to have the same luck. They aren't lazy asses, they work tremendously to fend for themselves and let me tell you one thing..poor people are the happiest,they live freely unlike us who live in the fair of being kidnapped or attacked by robbers,we put up so many securities just to stay safe while they wander around in the streets freely. They live in small homes while we live in big houses. Houses, that's just where we live. We don't have homes. Many of we ri