Poor Little Rich Novels & Stories

In their eyes, being poor was a crime. Poor meant you'd sell your soul for money. Poor meant you had no morals. Poor meant your heart was as poisonous as a snake's. "Mrs. Tyson, you have quite the imagination," I said. "But maybe you should focus on figuring out where your daughter actually went, instead of making baseless attacks on my character."

"You see darling, your father did not understand that gambling isn't for the poor and wretched but only for the rich who have enough money to lose. You poor people should stop getting hopes that you'll make it big from the rich, nah, it doesn't work that way. You don't get to have it easy; you have to strive and suffer for it." He grins, "It's fun to see them run around and hide after they fall in depts. The reason they get poorer and poorer each day is because they think they're no different from the rich, just because were all humans but you know what? You poor people have your own world, while we have ours, so you should know not to cross your boundary."

“I don’t really like him so I don’t mind.” “But when you said that his mother is annoying you Mommy, I think it’s because she also thinks that you are poor” Jack explained his side. “Ohh..is that so?” she was pondering how to explain the concept of rich and poor to her son when she heard the warm voice of Mark. “No, we are not poor.” “Son, come here” Mark chuckled and waited for Jack to sit beside him. “To some people, being poor means you don’t have enough money to live a comfortable life”

I asked in smiles and he nodded “Look at the trees that brings gentle and fresh breeze to the environment, look at old age people chatting with one another, look at kids playing outside, look at parents having a chat outside, you know I've never experience this kind of feeling, I was raised in a mansion where I'm not allowed to go outside, I'm not even allowed to play with kids of my age, it was a crime to get my clothe dirty because I was thought a lot of rules and principles, I don't even know what my grandparents looked like, do you think I experience good and fun childhood, when I didn't even get to do what kids do?” “I think every parents has a way of raising their kids, your parents st

After the fiasco at the rehearsal dinner, I retreated to my room as fast as my legs could carry me. I sat on the edge of the bed, replaying the scenario over and over. The problems of the rich weren't that different from the poor, really—cheating, resentment, and greed—it was just wrapped in more expensive packaging.

"Amara, I've been thinking a lot these past few days. I know I was wrong. "You know what my life was like before. My family was poor. I never understood what it meant to have money. When a poor man becomes rich overnight, he loses himself. That's how I ended up doing something so foolish that everyone turned against me."

He didn't say a word but kept on staring at me and began to sniff. I stood him chest to chest and said, “oh, are you going to stand there and say nothing? You don’t have anything to say right?” I asked. “I have said my mind” he completed. I shook my head and said, “the rich do whatever they want, and they do not care about the consequences of it on the poor” “so hilarious” I added. “That’s because the poor doesn't have what the rich ones have and it will take ages, centuries and even their generation to make it” he spilled out.

My foot slipped, and before I knew it, I was on the floor, my books scattered, my English term paper that was due today smeared with chocolate milkshakes. “Hey!” a voice barked above me. “That milkshake cost me a fortune.” I looked up. The boy towering over me had a smug grin and a look in his eyes that made my stomach sink. His friends were smirking behind him like they were at some kind of show. “It’s… it’s just a drink,” I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Besides, you walked into me.” “Yea, right.” He scoffed, stepping closer so his shadow fell over me. “Liar. Do you even know how much that cost?”

Yet, the same man could afford to buy Susan so much expensive jewelry while my mother only had a plain, misshapen ring. "I was simply marveling at his devotion. He's been faithful to you for so long," I said. Susan laughed dismissively. "I knew he started a family after I left, but I don't care. Love and responsibility are two different things. While I was abroad, I joked that he was not macho and only rich. Can you guess what stupid thing he did?" I didn't have to guess. A simple joke made by Susan resulted in him pretending to be poor for 30 years, never once helping the family. And because of her coquettish pleading, he immediately reverted to his true self and gave her the best of everyt