Poor Man's Novels & Stories

After paying fees for the 1st two semesters, now he didn't have any savings on his sleeve. Last week when Michael's grandmother got ill, he had no money to buy prescribed medicines for her. As a poor guy who wears old clothes in such a college, obviously he didn't have a single friend. Despite nobody ever wanting to be friends, he always tried to help everyone in academics as he was god in study. yet because of his poverty these rich students kept distance from him when it comes to friendship.

Jane didn't even realize that the person standing in front of him was way out of her league. "Yeah. You are beside me, and I don't care about the people who were talking behind my back. They don't care about my life, they only cared about how much money I can make," Paul muttered as he glanced over the side of his feet. He sighed as Jane realized how thoughtful must it have been for her to meet someone like Paul over the months she had been so lonely at school. She didn't know that she would meet someone who as humble as he is. Paul was not boastful about his money, he was not even showing off what he can buy, he was not even saying that he had the upper class whereas Jane was still dragged

Fifteen low-rent peasants, ready to rumble. Strange as it sounds, even in his obviously vulnerable state, Jon felt superior to them. He looked at the scum, most we’re in their late thirties and had done nothing with their lives, could do nothing, would never do anything. They could barely think. Give each one a million dollars and they would still be nothing but peasants in snazzy surroundings. Each would probably blow through it in a year. “Your papa give dinero. Lucky you. He pay today and we send you home. Comprende?”

this poor man. Any how, season 2 chapter one, how was it? What do you feel? Pity for whom? comment...drop your gems!

"You are a human shield, Aria. Bought and paid for with a fifty-dollar silver ring." I stood paralyzed. The snow fell heavier, burying my shoes. I felt my soul being ripped out of my chest, piece by piece. Three years. I starved myself to save money. I rode my bike through blizzards until my fingers bled to pay our rent. Turns out, I was just funding a billionaire Don's little game of playing house. "Kil told me you're actually trying to buy a house." Chloe pouted her lips in mock pity. "A tiny apartment in Brooklyn? Oh, my god, that is so pathetic it actually makes me sad for you."

"What does being poor mean to you?" "I don’t know. Why don’t you explain it to me?" "Being poor means struggling to meet basic needs like food, shelter, and healthcare. It often involves living paycheck to paycheck, with limited resources and opportunities," she explained, hoping he grasped the concept, but he only stared at her, confused. "Kaiden." "I don’t understand what you just said. How does being poor prevent you from having a phone and a laptop?" Kailani couldn’t hold back her laughter. She had never met anyone as ignorant as Kaiden. Where in the world was he raised? Don’t they have poor people in his country?

Priscilla shouted hysterically. "Which part of you looks rich? You are uneducated, out of shape, and look like a common thug! How dare you act like you are rich?" "Do people write how much money they have on their face? What a joke! It's not like I need to look good to be rich," the man said in contempt.

Angelica added. "Angelica!" Mrs Dacey shouted. "What! I'm just telling the truth." Angelica replied and scoffed. "Don't scoff when I'm talking to you okay, I don't understand why you have to be so rude." Mrs Dacey tiredly stated. "I'm not being rude, I'm just being honest, ask her, Poor people know how to do anything coz they have to do everything by themselves right Sophie." "Yeah, you are right Angelica, Being poor is hard but it's also nice coz we got to learn to survive on our own, to be independent, and hardworking, not spoilt." Sophie exclaimed.

Chapter 119 My daughter, first of all, I want to apologize sincerely to you for my awkward behavior towards you and your husband. May my interest is not to disturb you but rather to make you leave well in your old days. I have patiently listened to you and your Prince but there Is one thing that was running out in all his conversation. He doesn’t have a family he is just a street buy. He is a pauper someone who could not even afford to pay his school fees. He is an aimless and complete bastard.

Grace Anderson snatched her phone back and immediately locked it. I watched her reaction and said coldly, “Cloud Mansion’s under Ken Smith’s name, but the property management office sent the text message to you instead. “Do you want to explain that?” She slammed her phone against the table with the screen down and took a sip of water before saying, “I’m purchasing a property for my relative, and I wanted to use a discount that’s only available for the lower-income group, so I borrowed Ken’s ID for that. My relative left the country a while back, so he asked me to take care of it on his behalf.”