Poor Little Rich Novels & Stories

She blurted out her thoughts, “That’s how you rich people spoil your kids.” I nodded as she ranted about how wealthy people destroy their kids with wealth. “So if one of our twins ends up behind bars one day and you can help them, will you sit down and do nothing?” I queried her and she stared at me as if I had said the most abominable thing ever. “You can say whatever you want about the rich but have it at the back of your mind that the middle-class and the poor are not any better, they just haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Small, mouthy, cunning. But I'll tame you, give you the training you so desperately need and make you my fucking pet. Wouldn't that be an upgrade from your dirty life on the streets?” My cheeks burn with shame and humiliation. “I'd rather die.” I spit. “I won't let you.” “You think having money makes you better? You're just as feral. A prideful animal draped in gold and diamonds.” His lips curl, his eyes roving on my face like he has never fucking seen me before. For the first time, I am glad I look a mess. My red hair is a rat’s nest. The patient gown is slipping off my body, I am barefoot.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

When Amelia thought of it that way, she felt a lot more positive. It was true. Just like how the poor were always being sour grapes and saying that the rich were arrogant because of their wealth. Now she felt that there was nothing wrong with that. Having money was amazing! Those who looked down on the rich were still working hard because ultimately, it was all about having money! Since it was about the money, then why did they have to be so pretentious? The rich had their wealth as their assets, and those who were poor didn't. It was just simple logic, and it wasn't that people couldn't understand it.

Mrs Taylor smiled at him. The smile seemed very wicked to him for some reason and he said, “I will not let you kidnap me. I'm not dumb.” “Are you rich?” Mrs Taylor asked him. Leon answered her, “No, me and my family are poor.” She laughed. “Why would I kidnap a tiny thing like you when you're not rich? I can't even get a good amount in ransom. You can't even walk properly. You won't be able to do work either. Tsk. You are not useful to me at all.”

Edward didn't know why but he somewhat became affected that he found himself lying down on the bed while pondering on what Cecelia said. "So you don't need money from me.... what about position..... you don't need anything that would make you rich?". Edward typed while raising his brow. "Well! I'm rich in my own way.... but I don't need money, all I need right now is a friend. A friend who would always be there for me whenever I need him the most!". Cecelia said smiling.

I told her before I leave the house. I found a small apartment for us. It has a small bedroom, a couch, and a kitchen. This place feels like a true home for me. I just realize that having a big house and a lot of money can make your life complicated. Maybe I need to be content with what I have. Sometimes, rich people are selfish too. They only care for themselves. Is putting up an all-male company can make you famous? How about another gender like us female, we have talents too. Was it a sin to be poor too? ***

We would be dinosaurs. 'The power to say ‘no’ earned me a slapped face yesterday.' 'Explain!' 'You must have worked it out. I was so awful to you outside the church, because I was jealous of your intervention - an intervention I had failed to make, so I tried to say no. The poor say ‘No’, because they can, to protect their dignity, as if there is dignity in poverty. The rich say no, because they can, to protect their dignity, as if there is dignity in doing a wrong or dishonest thing.'

Yes_you_suck NO, CAL, I HAVE HEARD THAT RICH PEOPLE FOOD CAUSES INDIGESTION. Noah's_wifey GUYS, SERIOUSLY?! "RICH PEOPLE FOOD?" Will_the_devil YEAH, I WAS ABOUT TO ASK. WHAT KIND OF VOCABULARY IS THAT? I_pooped PEASANT VOCABULARY. ALSO, PREPARE YOUR PALACE TO BE AMBUSHED BY PEASANTS. Will_the_devil HAHAHAHA. NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN.

Antonio asked me, pouring water from a jug into a glass without waiting for my response. "No. I didn't know he had a twin brother." I said in a low voice, my knees dragging to my chest where I sat on the floor in a corner. It was a shed made out of wood. A blue carpet filled the corner and there was a white desk in the center of the room and a mattress on the floor. "There's many things you don't know about it and you just follow him around like a puppet." He said in a mocking voice. "Not willingly." "He's a rich man with a lot of secrets, too many secrets." He shook his head and put the glass of water on the table.