Rich From Imagination Movers Novels & Stories

Then he reminded himself that the blade's magic hadn't done such a great job of warning him last time. My Hand Truck & I was Rhychard's moving truck company. Most jobs he was able to do on his own, which worked out great for his wallet, but occasionally, he needed help. Today was one of those days, so he swung by and picked up Trace Wheeler, who had actually landed the job for Rhychard. It was only fair to include Trace since he found the work for them, although Rhychard could have used all the money himself. Kree hadn't been joking when he said the cupboards were bare.

However, the Walton family's motorcade had already arrived, and she pushed me forward without hesitation. Rows of luxury cars stretched out before me, far more extravagant than anything I had ever seen on TV. It felt like fate had finally decided to give me a good life. Yara pinched my arm and said with disdain, "Look at you. How pathetic and pitiful. The Walton family is all money and no love. They're like lunatics who only know how to force you to spend money." Tears streamed down my face as pure joy flooded my chest. What a rare problem to have! I would gladly let someone force me to spend money.

They came for their boss, called the ladybird and they waited for her at the back of the crowd. After a long moment of standing blinded, Mia grew tired again. She needed to sit. Her legs could barely hold her. Her stomach also growled from being empty, but she knew these men will not pity her. Like Ace said earlier, they were movers. Their job was to take things from people and move them where they were told to move them. Their job wasn’t to take care of her, even though Ace wanted to.

I was grinning from ear to ear when I received the 200,000 dollars. I already knew what I wanted to buy. I decided to buy something every day so that a package would arrive daily this month. The rich heiress, Tahlia Johnson, sneered and said, “You’re already happy with a mere 200,000 dollars? Hurry up and help me move my stuff.” “Yes, Your Highness!” I huffed and puffed as I shoved all my things into my suitcase. Then, I carefully stored Tahlia’s stuff in the locker.

Richard refused to accept that she might be unavailable to him. "We have carried in everything from the truck, sir. Was there anything else?" One of the movers asked and brought Richard out of his thoughts. "No, thank you. Here, take this," Richard said, reaching the man one hundred dollar bill. "Thank you, sir," The man said and took the money. The movers left the apartment, and Richard began unboxing his stuff.

She clenched her fist, but her expression changed. "So it's Mr. Albrecht's wife. I'm sorry, I mistook you for a random person," Victoria showed a smile. Well, she couldn't be blamed. There was no shortage of women wanting to climb on Leon's bed. But she thinks they were all unworthy. Even this woman before her. She approached Anika and stretched out her hand to her. "I'm Victoria Miller, CEO of Alpha Constructions. I am business partners with your husband." She introduced herself with a lifted chin.

Hansen was dumbfounded at her words. Jenna was out of her mind, he thought. She was determined to distance herself from him. Soon, a greater surprise came. "Also, Mr. Richards, please move out of the second floor before you go to work. You're the CEO of Richards Group, no one would blame you for being a little late. Furthermore, I believe you'd prefer to move out your belongings yourself. Surely it won t take too much of your time."

Tara Azam, a young Pakistani woman, moved into her new apartment with her fiancé, Fayyaz. On their moving day, they hired a team of strong, muscular movers to help them carry their heavy furniture and boxes up the three flights of stairs to their new home. Tara watched from the doorway as the three men, led by their handsome foreman named Farhan, carried in her heavy dresser and positioned it against the wall of their bedroom. As the men worked, Tara couldn't help but notice how their strong muscles flexed and strained under their sweat-soaked shirts.

Silas caught their low voices as they adjusted their moving straps: "Rich people are seriously out of their minds," the lead mover muttered with a tired laugh. "A whole apartment full of expensive, practically brand-new designer furniture—and the lady orders us to throw it all straight into the trash. Every single piece is a major luxury brand. If we sold these on a secondhand site, we’d make a massive fortune."

And so, she always tries to shut the voice with the words, "You are a figment of my imagination. Shut the f*ck up!" Her family cannot be called rich by the standards of big cities, but by Welcome standards, they are not doing badly. Her Mama and Papa are the owners of a trailer park and also run a grocery store in town. They had a house in the town but it had gone into foreclosure because of unpaid mortgages last year, the only time when serious financial crisis had hit the family, forcing them to move into a trailer.