Poor Man's Novels & Stories

Aleta couldn't see clearly, but the shadow of a man in front of her looked big and manly. "Please, help me!" the man said weakly. The man pulled Aleta's sling bag forcefully. Searching for something inside hurriedly. "Hey, what are you doing. Is this a new mode of robbery? Listen, let me tell you. I'm a poor man, the people who live in this neighborhood are poor. You won't get anything, there's no money in my bag. I haven't even had a cell phone since a month ago!" Aleta spoke at length, as if she was not afraid at all of someone who appeared suddenly in front of her.

People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.

"I'm sorry. But I'm really very poor." "Then what are you doing here? Just go back home!"

Julian heard Mini's words and broke into a sad smile. " Ever heard of the phrase ' The rich also cry ' ? " She asked Mini who suddenly swallowed hard. " You are right. I am high in status. My husband is unbelievably wealthy. My best friend works tirelessly to make a name for himself. My parents have wealth, which is enough to take care of my next offspring while I am the head health consultant in a great facility like Ashju. Despite all this, yet, I am still unhappy. I am still scared, sorrowful and lonely. Mini... High status and money don't make me lucky. If I am to put it plainly. I'd say I am the unlikeliest lady ever lived "

"I wouldn't date a man like him even if he earned 30 thousand a month." "It's the first time I've met such a calculative man. It's really broadened my horizons. I hope I never meet someone like him." "Like I always say, people with no money shouldn't be dating anyone. If a man has a problem with this statement, it's because he has no money. Being poor is the reason there's trouble. Ultimately, it all comes down to having no money." "Young lady, he doesn't want to live with you. He just wants someone to share his rent with. You're in an awful situation, and what's worse is that you actually agreed to it."

I spit out at him, “You look poorer than me.” “Hey, hey… I am,” he says, raising his hands in surrender, “I don’t have a dollar to my name right now, that’s why I’m doing this, remember? And I didn’t mean you look poor, just that you look like someone who knows how to clean. And do a lot of things.”

"I am a man that work for money. I don't do stuff for free. If you want the information it will cost ya." Drew didn't know which annoyed him most where the man is, his laissez faire attitude, or the irritating toothpick in his mouth. "How much?" he snapped. A sly smirk pulled at the corner of the man's lips. "Two thousand dollars," the man answered with a straight face. Drew's jaw dropped. "What!" The man shrugged. "Take it or leave it." He had seen the desperation in Drew's eyes and decided to take advantage of it. The man in front of him was fucking rich, extra two thousand dollars is nothing to him.

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.

He said, adjusting his glasses “What do you have to offer in this plan of yours and what do I have to do to make sure that it comes out successfully?” Immediately after his words, I brought out some newspapers and shifted them to his side. “Newspapers?” He smirked, smiling with me ironically. “What can newspapers do in this situation? The business Empire we are about to bring down is the biggest Empire in the whole world! It is even managed by the RICHEST woman in the world, so how can newspapers bring them down?” “Why don't you have a look at the Papers first and see what it entails rather than yelling” I advised, grabbing a glass of wine.

Just as Grace's car left her Condo, a man was standing by the gate blocking the way, he was dressed in rages and appeared to be a begger, Grace opened the window with a frown “You peasant, what do you think you are doing blocking my way?!” She snapped, the man went over to her window side “Am sorry ma'am but I was hoping a Rich lady like you would have some food for me, you see, I haven't eaten in a few days” the man said, Grace scoffed, she was irritated and this man was making it worse “Do I look like I run a charity case?, You are old enough to work for your own food, why do poor people think they deserve to beg for our money?!” She exclaimed, the man went over in front of the car again r