Poor Little Rich Novels & Stories

she placed her hand on the boy's shoulder, staring at him with remorseful eyes, "the chasm between the rich and the poor in the world we live in, is insurmountable." "Mostly, rich marry rich and poor marries poor. That is the widely believed balance. Anything other than that is either seen as a charity case, or going below standards." She explained to the boy, "Now, we do not want to become charity cases to anyone, and that is why mommy is always working." "But we are not poor, Mommy, are we?" The boy asked her, after assimilating all she has said, "The lease on the cafe has been paid in advance and you did not take any loan for the house, therefore, no mortgage to be paid. So, we aren't poo

He smirked at my response. "I agree with your say. However, for someone to be rich, they have to sacrifice their blood, sweat and tears whereas those who don't achieve anything in life and is full of greed will surely accuse us of domination ".9 He's dissing my father, isn't he! "I'm not accusing the rich of domination, they do dominate poor people because I see it around me. Those from rich families look down on those who are inferior. Whether it's in school, a party or simply the clothes that one wears. If it not branded, you're considered inferior, and people will criticise and make fun of you for not being able to afford it or look a certain way. However, not every rich person is like th

He said, not believing what I said. I smirked. Screw it. Screw the rich people. I had enough of this world and for people like him who think highly of themselves. Rich people think the world is about money. They think they can always get what they want. They are too driven by greed. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. I’m tired of this damn system. “Everything can be bought with money! I can even buy your whole life! Just stay away from my son!” I clicked my tongue, now smirking. “Tsk, you’re just getting desperate now knowing your son only listens to me,” I said. “I feel pity for you.”

I looked at Sophie who's currently checking her newly polished nail. "She's rich?" I asked. "Filthy rich," Sophie said. "She's a daughter of a multi-billionaire." My eyes enlarged. "Wow. I feel so small and cheap," I told and bit the end of my ballpen. "Hey, guys. I'm back," Mila uttered and sat at the chair beside me. I just smiled at her and closed my eyes. "Hey, cookies! Can I have some?" I nodded and gave Mila the box of cookies. I feel so weak, depressed and sad. Imagine, my friends can afford an iPhone, a sushi platter or whatever expensive but me? I can't even buy myself a decent blouse from a mall nearby my apartment. Eehk, that creepy apartment. I'm just thankful to my brain that it

The old nanny asked. "In that room where my mom was always there," Justin said. "Okay…" the nanny said and sighed. "Your father was the kind of person who would say this to me, there was no difference between one who was in debt and one who was too rich," the old nanny said. "What does that mean?" Justin asked. "One day, he said to me, what are the similarities between a very rich man and a poor man?" The old nanny asked. "What is it?" Justin asked.

“Leila, it’ll be on me. I don’t think I’ve really talked much about my financial status, but trust me, I can afford to go around the world a few times.” “I believe it. You’re so humble. You said before you haven’t always been wealthy?” I had to chuckle. “No. Definitely not. We were dirt poor growing up. I was broke when I married Carlie. My wealth is fairly new. I’m what you call new money.” She rolled her eyes. “That is so snobbish. Money is money.” “Rich people don’t feel that way. At least a few that I’ve encountered. They are not fond of rags to riches stories. They like the people that were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.”

meeting. -We come home Nicolas. I don't really have the mind to hang out with these rich kids talking to them about things they won't be able to understand. -Excuse me sir but you forget that you are as rich as them and even more than them! -Just Nicolas! I am rich. They are rich kids. There is a difference in the fact that I earned the money with my own hands while they inherit those from their parents. -I understand sir but it surprises me that between rich you sometimes denigrate yourself.

he replied. Suddenly his phone rang and he immediately said goodbye because he said he was going to a meeting. I just sighed and looked at Drey. “Why does he still want to get so much when he has everything? In fact, the problem of the poor like me is even bigger compared to him ”I asked Drey. "When you are rich, you also expect that everyone has high expectations of you. Not all the rich are happy. Sometimes those who are poor are the ones who live freely" replied Drey.

Because I had nothing to lose. “Too bad.” I forced a smile. “I don't have shit in my name…” His grip on my hair got harder, and I muffled a groan. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “It means…that I don't have any wealth in my name. I'm literally a poor man. Poor as a damn church rat.” His eyes twitched in confusion. “What?” “You heard me.” “That's impossible,” he seethed. “Don't you dare try messing with me…”

It was an amount I wouldn't have even dared to dream of before, yet I couldn't bring myself to spend it. Every time I went to the cafeteria, I still habitually ordered the cheapest dishes. Every time I walked past a coffee shop, I still hesitated. My classmates all teased me, "Nicolette, you're a trust fund kid, and you're still this frugal. How are we ordinary citizens who spend money like water supposed to face ourselves?" I smiled when I heard those words. This life of absolute abundance, where I never had to worry about food or clothes, was exactly what I dreamed of as a child. Yet, for some reason, now that I finally had it all, I didn't feel a single shred of happiness.