Prc Resources Novels & Stories

At the company banquet, my boyfriend of five years, Lucas Cowan, dropped to one knee and proposed to his first love in front of everyone. I did not cry or make a scene. I stood off to the side, sipped my wine, and wished them well. Afterward, Lucas pulled me aside to explain. "Rebecca's family has the resources I need. Her mother said she would only agree to the partnership if we married." He paused, then added, "Don't worry. Once I get what I need, I'll divorce her and marry you." I smiled and told him, "I understand. The company comes first." In my previous life, I lost control on the spot. I stormed the stage and drove Rebecca out of the company myself. She went straight into the arms of Lucas' biggest rival, and that company skyrocketed overnight. As a result, Lucas locked me in a basement and starved me to death. This time, I wouldn't stand in their way. What Lucas didn't know is that every connection, every deal, and every resource his company had ever relied on was arranged quietly by me through my family's connections. From now on, each time he got close to Rebecca, I would cut off another lifeline, another resource. I wanted to see what his precious company looked like when nothing was left to hold it up.

A contract is desperately needed for the company to close the deal on a project, so I head over to the administrative department to lodge a request for printing paper. However, the administrative employee, Lydia Reed, slaps on an arrogant expression. "In order to prevent bottom feeders like you from taking advantage of the company by stealing the company's resources, the company's rulebook has already stated that you must bring your own paper to work!" I just point at the pile of boxes containing A4 paper behind Lydia before asking coldly, "Then who are those resources meant for?" Lydia rolls her eyes at me. "Well, they are meant for people who truly are worthy of this company's resources, duh! "You're just a meager project manager who keeps asking for money without making any contributions at all, so you can forget about getting your hands on anything that belongs to the company!" I nod in return. After leaving the department, I dial a number. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cross. It seems that we shall not be participating in the 200-million-dollar bid after all."

Am Amanda Ezra, 24, lives alone, an orphan and very broke at the moment . I work as a human resources manger in a company owned by a young billionaire "Mr Richard Okafor". I have been appointed to spend 7 days at my boss mansion in other to get his finger print and signature for a very important project for the company. This is my story.

A high-powered CEO of a biotech firm is secretly the leader of an urban pack, using his resources to find a "cure" for the painful transformations. He meets his match in a rival CEO—a sharp, uncompromising woman who is actually a descendant of a legendary line of hunters. They are forced into a joint venture that requires them to spend weeks together in a high-security penthouse. As the full moon approaches, the corporate mask slips, and they have to decide if they are natural enemies or soulmates.

"It's nothing," "Show me." Egon sounded angry, "Take it off." He ordered, "Take everything off," "W-what?" I panicked, "No!" "Do it yourself, or I'll do it for you." *** Portia is a defective werewolf who is stuck working as a maid in the pack house, where she is often abused. She neither has the money nor the resources to escape, but her world further collapses when she meets her Lycan mate.

“And what do you plan to do?” he asked, voice cold and unreadable. “I want revenge. I want them to suffer for everything they’ve done.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Revenge, huh? What if I help you?” My breath hitched. “Help me? How?” “You’re broke, right?” His lips curled into a smirk. “What if I give you everything you need to ruin them—money, power, resources—in exchange for one thing?” I swallowed hard. “What…what do you want?” “Marry me.” — Betrayed. Abandoned. Humiliated. Astrid’s world shatters when the people she trusted most stab her in the back. But just as she loses everything, the enigmatic billionaire Damien Starkov offers her a deal that could change everything. A marriage of convenience—one that grants her unlimited resources for her revenge. But as Astrid gets drawn deeper into Damien’s life, she realizes he’s far from just a ruthless businessman. There’s something dark in his past, something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. And the more she uncovers, the more she starts to wonder… Is she making a deal with a savior—or a broken devil?

reincarnation? Well strength is everything to be a martial artist? No, that's wrong. Money takes a big part in that too Imagine that you have reached a level of strength when you pass it, you need some resources, will the strength help you then? You dream, if you want to be a true martial artist, you have to achieve both. Are you ready for that? If I'm not ready, I'll get ready, this is a new life It should be used as much as possible

By chance, she encountered trouble with this dominant bully who not only teased her but also refused to let her go. "I can give you money, please let me go!" The bully sneered wickedly and replied, "Sure." And so, from that moment on, she carried an enormous debt and cried tears of despair. "What?" This bully was actually the heir to a wealthy and powerful clan with vast financial resources that spanned the world? Bianca, furious, cursed, "You scoundrel! ..."

I've loved Jonathan Pickle for half my life. I used my family's resources to help him attain success. However, in the third year of our marriage, he brought his mistress home to stomp all over my pride. That wasn't the worst of it—he even destroyed my family. … I open my eyes to see Jonathan in his university days. Unexpectedly, I'm not the only person who's been given a second chance at life.

When my boyfriend, Sebastian Passini, comes to me in tears, claiming his famiglia has been crippled and backed into a corner, I put everything my famiglia has at stake to pave the way for him. I withstand immense pressure from my famiglia, divert four million dollars, deploy our most elite soldati, and even fall out with my Madre, all to protect him. Yet, on the eve of his "counterattack," I stumble upon his true colors in my famiglia's underground chamber. Angelina Aureli chuckles beside him. "To swallow the Valerini famiglia whole, you put on a fine performance. Are you really going to sit back and watch Isabella hand over her famiglia's foundation to you?" Sebastian sneers, "Why else would I call her a fool? Her trust—and the Valerinis' resources—are nothing but stepping stones for me to rise to the top. Once I have everything in my hands, she and that old hag are dead!" I fish out my phone and revoke the final tranche of resources I had reserved for Sebastian. I should have known from the very beginning. He and I have never been on the same path. He wants plunder and destruction, and I'll make him pay for his greed in blood.