Robert Kiyosaki Libros Novels & Stories

Blaze jostled. "I knew I would get along well with you." Emerald cracked a small smile. "You love reading books?" When he nodded, she asked, "Who is your favorite author?" "I have tons of favorites. Some of them are, Napoleon Hill, Robert Kiyosaki, Benjamin Graham, Peter Thiel, Emerald Relish, Ayn Rand, Chris Guillebeau, Tony Robbins, and many more." Emerald is amazed by his knowledge of most of the good authors. "I noticed most of those authors wrote classic or business books, but one of the names seems unusual," Emerald said.

He said it was an excellent book to start with and has pieces of advice on making my money grow. I left the books in their original arrangement like it was untouched and grabbed the Robert Kiyosaki book. Before leaving the library, an envelope caught my eyes, it was open, and half of the papers were exposed. I thought I should keep them in his drawer, so I walked over to Royce's table and started to organize the documents. It was like a temptation that got me to check the papers instead of keeping them. I didn't know if I had to thank myself for what I did but what was exposed in my eyes was unbelievable. I tried to reread it repeatedly, and I couldn't believe my eyes.

It includes a big koi pond outside, and each hallway has hanging Japanese lanterns that light up the corridor. She cautiously followed Lolo Tassio and the driver. She was at a loss for words when she discovered she was going to meet a wealthy family. She knows nothing about proper decorum in high society. "Here we are," the young driver said as he came to a halt in front of a sliding door. When the driver opened the door, they saw an elderly guy in his 60s and a woman in her 30s seated on the zabuton (floor cushion). "Tassio my friend! It's good to see you," the old man said with a smile.

Like oh, this is where you run off to when you feel the need to avoid me? Or this is the peace and solitude you've been enjoying all by yourself? My eyes suddenly caught a book resting on a table just beside me. I picked it up, my eyes widening in surprise as I read the title aloud. “Taking charge of your finance...” I didn't need to turn to know Robert had come right behind me. I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck. “...By Robert J. Hardy. I didn't know you write.” I finished with a gasp.

Except for Eli. He was sitting at register three, legs kicked up on the counter, sipping coffee from a thermos shaped like a rocket ship. “Did we swap personalities?” she asked, setting her bag down. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “So I figured I’d alphabetize the self-help books by level of delusion.” Callie arched a brow. “What’s top of the list?” “‘Manifesting for Millionaires.’ Right above ‘Confidence in Six Minutes or Less.’”

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

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“Robert kept a box of mementos. Things that gave him power, he said. There was a photograph of Blackwood with another man…older, distinguished-looking.” “Did Robert mention this other man?” Carter asked urgently. “He called him ‘The Architect.’ Said he was the original founder of what Robert called ‘the fear business.’” Grace shuddered visibly. “Robert seemed almost religious when he talked about him—said he’d invented ways to break the wealthy that nobody had ever thought of before.” “Did he have a name?” Alexander pressed. Grace closed her eyes, concentrating. “Keisler, maybe? No—Kesler. Victor Kesler.”