Rich To Rags Novels & Stories

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”

That son of b*tch and the b*tch had not only showed off their relationship brazenly, but they also tried to embarrass North. North immediately turned around and asked Gerald without hesitation, “Mr. Gerald, how much does your car cost?” Gerald stared at her and said happily, “Two billion dollars.” North blinked. “That’s great.” …… Five minutes ago, Eiger had dropped Melinda outside the university entrance in a luxurious car. The two held hands together and entered the university like a lovely young couple. The crowd whispered among themselves. “Mr. Eiger is a wealthy gentleman. He also treats Melinda so well. I’m so jealous.”

“Absolutely not.” “It’s okay,” Alex said calmly. “Let him in.” Richard Stone barely resembled the man I remembered. His clothes were wrinkled, his body thin, his eyes hollow. He looked small. Human. Broken. “Alexander,” he said, voice shaking. “You have five minutes,” Alex said coldly. Richard’s eyes went to Emma sleeping in her bassinet. Tears fell freely. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered. “My granddaughter.” “I’ve lost everything,” he continued. “My company. My reputation. I’m out on bail, but I’m going to prison.”

he said, pleading with us. The revelation was staggering. Our understanding of Richard's situation deepened, and his plea resonated within us. His vulnerability was evident; the ordeal had taken a significant toll on his health. As I pondered the situation, questions swirled in my mind. Why would rogues target him? Their motives appeared intricate, suggesting a level of organisation and coordination uncommon among rogues. The pieces of this puzzle were slowly falling into place, yet a sense of foreboding hung in the air. We needed to delve deeper into the matter, uncovering the truth behind Richard's predicament and the rogue group's sinister intentions.

“He walked in with his boys—men who looked like wolves dressed in human skin. They didn’t just see a fight. They saw me. The way I stood my ground, the way I didn’t back down even when I should’ve. He came to me afterward, smiling like a friend. Said I had potential. Said he could give me a real job, one that paid more than scrubbing dishes. Enough money to make sure my mother never went hungry again.” Rico’s eyes burned with anger now, but his voice dropped, heavy with guilt. “I was desperate. I was angry. And I was stupid enough to believe him.” He looked straight into the cameras, as though addressing the city directly. “That’s how they get you. They don’t come to the rich kids, the ones

“I followed because you come across as trouble. First of all, I can’t let some mortal just wander around our realm just because he decided to. Second, only the devil himself knows what you’re planning and I’ll truly be damned if you ever do something you’re not supposed to.” “I told you already, you stupid fuck,” I groan and facepalm myself. “I am a lumberjack.” “A lumber what? Sorry, I’m not following,” Ragh says, his face turning a little purple even though he sounds calm, collected and very much polite. I wonder if he’s having trouble breathing or if he’s angry. Go figure, don’t care really.

He had once been the richest man in the world, but now he was merely a cripple, bankrupt, and abandoned. Julian stared at Jennifer’s retreating back, consumed by jealousy as his woman intimately held another man’s arm, yet he was acutely aware that he was no longer the wealthiest. "I am no longer a rich man, and I have only just managed to stand up. The pain in my legs is excruciating, Cassandra. I was the one who made the mistake, and now I will atone for everything. If you won't love me, then it is my turn to pursue you." Julian resolved not to lose to Ricard, the rich man from a neighbouring country.

"Are you okay?" That was the first word Axel ever said to Ivory. He was as impeccably dressed as ever. Even in college, his sharp jawline and deep eyes made him the hottest catch in town. Then his background. The Riggs were a generation of billionaires, with each generation surpassing the other. Even then, she was well aware that they were far apart. But that day, when he saved her from killing herself, her heart started beating for him. Axel Riggs gave her the will to continue this destitute life.

A message popped up out of nowhere in the old classmates' group chat. It was from Megan Watson, the class rep. Megan: [Let's get together next week at the Windsor Grand, since that's Rachel's family's place.] Megan: [I'll cover two hundred dollars and treat everyone to dinner, then we can all stay the night after!] Someone replied right away. [The Windsor Grand is Rachel's family's hotel? Then I want the best room there!] I hurried to explain. My family just ran a little diner selling sandwiches and soup. I only worked at the Windsor Grand. Megan sent back a rolling-eyes sticker, dead set on the idea that I was lying. That night, she started a sign-up thread in the chat. Megan: [I'm

Aurora's POV After midnight, the game in the private room began. A deck of playing cards lay on the table, and seated around it were bored Mafia brass and their wives. The rule was simple—for every round we lost, off came an item of clothing. Sofia Rossi lost the first round, so she bent down and removed her high heels. In the second round, she took off her dress. In the end, all she had left on her body was a black lace bra and a garter belt.