Rich To Rags Novels & Stories

During the groom's challenges at my house on my wedding day, my best friend, Lexie Powell, suddenly pulls out a coin. "Heads or tails? Guess wrong, and the wedding is off." Ignoring my attempts to stop him, my fiance, Elliot Stewart, responds with absolute confidence, "Heads." Lexie bursts into laughter and opens her hand to show the tails side of the coin. "Looks like today isn't the day after all. Party's over, everyone." The room freezes, and the air turns dead silent. Elliot fondly ruffles her hair. "A deal's a deal. No worries. We can always reschedule." Ignoring my pleading look, he scoops Lexie into his arms and walks toward the door. "I told you not to wear high heels. What if

Or was she playing dumb to test him? Ruth blinked. “The richest man who only likes men?” Abel was puzzled. “That’s such a shame!” “...” It was impossible for her to take something from the richest man. Ruth put down her binoculars and got up with difficulty to walk back to the bedroom. She scowled and moved with her waist bent. Her back looked haggard and sad, as if she was pressed down by the burdens of life. Yet Abel stood still, lost in a daze.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Tate got lost in her rosewood eyes for a moment before he uttered in a pained whisper, “I just wish it didn’t take you becoming a rogue for one of us to see it.” Margaret’s lips curled up at his sincerity. “But it did. There’s no way to change that. Besides…only a rogue would know that side of the coin. I…do mind being tossed out, but I don’t mind what it has taught me. I used to be so…reliant on the people around me. I used to think that I wouldn’t survive a day without my family and friends, especially friends I trusted with every secret and fear. Only after I was forced to leave did I realize that…I was stronger than I gave myself credit for. And I get stronger each day, driven by nothing

"The Richards mansion is just a burnt ghost house, why are you so much interested in it?", Mathew asked Alan. Matthew is a thirty year old drug dealer who had a long past collaboration with Alan Richards. The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days.

But at a point, Richard withdrew from everyone and started doing things secretly, making me feel like he hated me or something. He went out quite often, choosing to hang out alone without anyone bothering him or questioning him. The family thought that it was just a phase, we thought it was his growing hormones as a teenager and everyone just let him be. The last time I’d set eyes on him, he was running the other way with my parents and our two brothers too. They were all attacked and killed by the rogues. I heard the rogues saying that they had taken care of my entire family, I saw their mutilated bodies in the woods and I knew they were all killed by the rogues. How the hell did Richard su

the richness you or viranica or anyone having is nothing compared to him he is one of the richest person in the world his dad and mom are the most kindhearted people I have ever seen they never cared about status or fame they treated each and everyone equally their business AK group of companies are world famous those are the same companies your grandfather and so called father Raghu ruled sorry ruling your dad didn't died in a accident your grandfather killed him and made your mom to marry Raghu your mom dont know that she married him for your sake but the truth is your own grandfather behind all these and your grandfather's crime partner is Raghu in order to marry your mom for money he kil

Richard nodded. *

Getting to know the Lord better, getting to know what he likes and the riches is something I do not care about. I have been dressed in rags all my life, my hair has gone weeks without feeling the warmth of water and the uncleanliness of my scalp became a ritual I was rather used to. Remember even the finest of clothes, worn on a pig, does not erase the detiness which lies beneath it. It is not always what we can get or how much we can get, but who is there, who is willing to stay, and who stayed.’”

Grant couldn't even do that. "Hey, love." Richie greeted her; he sat on the bench next to her and wrapped her in his arms. "I'm so sorry it's come to this, love." "It shouldn't be like this, Richie. It's all to do with greed and wanting things that aren't his. How can he do this to someone he doesn't even know. We were happy before that damn letter came. Money isn't everything." Richie smiled; she was protesting to a banker. He knew exactly what she meant, it wasn't everything, but it made life a damn sight more comfortable for most people.