Poor Man's Novels & Stories

I did not have the heart to do the worst to a cheating man, but what I could do, I did plenty of it, and with righteous glee. —The End

Damn it! "Don't you have a family to talk like that? Well, of course, you're wealthy. You can easily buy everything. But for us who are poor, we work hard just to have food on the table. To provide for our families. What's so wrong with my clothes? They're clean. If you think they don't look presentable, you could have just told me properly, instead of..."

“It doesn’t mean sitting in a palace eating fancy food while people outside these walls struggle to feed their families. It doesn’t mean wearing expensive dresses while children go without proper clothes. It doesn’t mean living in comfort while others break their backs doing the work that keeps this kingdom running.” The hall had gone silent. “I grew up poor.” I gave a tight smile. “Really poor. The kind of poor where you wear the same pair of shoes until they fall apart because there’s no money for new ones. Where you skip meals so your parents can eat. Where you lie awake at night listening to them argue about bills they can’t pay.” I saw recognition in so many faces that showed they could

Inside were two crumpled stacks of cash. “Aran, paying off a million in debt is a bit hard… but I’ve been doing manual labor every day. My parents think I’m useless now, so they’ve started grooming another heir. I’m not a rich heiress anymore. “Can you… can you forgive me…” At that moment, I didn’t know what to say. I had once said that liars should swallow a thousand needles. Did it count that she had spent a year washing dishes? This worn-down state of hers was her punishment.

On the day Caspian and I got our marriage certificate, he dropped a bombshell: as the illegitimate son of the Thorne family, he hadn't inherited a penny. Instead, he was saddled with a massive gambling debt left behind by the family. I didn't despise him for it. For the past five years, I lived with him in a moldy basement, working three jobs to support him, while our son, Alaric, survived on discounted canned food that was nearing its expiration date.

I couldn't believe that being rich was also a huge threat to a person's life. "Being poor or unsuccessful is the worse thing that can happen to anyone" he said. "At least they have peace of mind, something that you don't, they have their freedom and no enemies" I rolled my eyes. "Poor people would give anything just to be where I am today, the bigger you are, the more enemies you have, besides no one said poor people don't have enemies" he said. I chuckled "well I don't have enemies..." He laughed. I stared surprisingly at him "I'm serious I have no enemies Mr.Chancy."

It is a serious one to me. If I tell him that he is correct, it appears that he won't like me any longer, but I won't tell a falsehood since, after all, what can I do? Being poor isn't horrible, it's not a crime, and it shouldn't be something to be embarrassed of, so I should be proud of it. Alyana, there is nothing humiliating about being poor; you lived despite it. We were silent for a moment here before he finally said, "Yes, no, I'm simply poor and...I'm proud of it."

When he doesn’t get what he wants, he throws a tantrum and refuses to speak to anyone. “Wait, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something wrong with my face?” He shook his head quickly. “I just realized that being poor is really difficult, but I can also say that being poor is fine because I see in them that even though they are struggling in life, their family is complete, working together to make life easier, and I also noticed that they are not prone to diseases.” She encircled him with her arm. “The only way to live longer is to eat vegetables and fish.”

“Little Boy, are you three years old? How can you be so naїve? This world is all about money. Money can practically do everything and it represents strength! “The rich are superior to the poor! Only poor bastards like you would say something like that—cowardly dogs barking but too afraid to bite! Laughable!”

Because the demands of work make me look cruel, powerful and even stay up all night to create reports, don't let my guard down, the company can change hands the next day. Poor people always complain about their life and ridicule if rich people are spoiled for nothing, even though if seen by rich people, people who struggle the most don't give up easily. They could lose billions of dollars overnight, not like poor people who only lost $10 but complained like they lost half their lives. In my opinion, poor people are spoiled. They do not like to try and always hope for others, only raising their hands. Shame on you!