Slumdog Millionaire Book Novels & Stories

I have selected some workers in my company that will be going there with me tomorrow so that we can inspect the place and see how we can build up the dam. I want it to be built as early as possible so that the indigenous people of Balmoral would have electricity in their locality. Balmoral is a local community in an almost isolated place in Chester, mainly made up of struggling individuals, who would hardly pay their bills on time and some do not even pay at all, resulting in me making some losses in the company. In order to overcome that, I thought that it would be good for me to build a dam just next to their community to make electricity possible for them and just forget about them and t

Now that's messed up! I manage a simple sarcastic 'haha' laugh, and fumble on the best way to attack Mr. Busy-body over here. We were gisting normally, then suddenly my business turned into theirs in a moment of seconds. And now they've been laughing like pack of hungry hyenas. My life is what I want it to be, and with the Almighty's grace, I've been living the life of my dream. I'm a writer, an English lecturer and I own one of Lagos's biggest restaurants. I earn way more money than any of these bozos here. So why would the life of a young millionaire like myself, bother them?

“Resolve it?” Reginald picked up the knife and fork before him and glanced at her, his voice low. “Don’t be fooled by how these tycoons usually seem like loose sand, each fighting their own battles. When it comes to the slums, they’re a united front. The slums are every one of their weak spots. Since they all hold each other’s secrets, they can coexist in filth. And when those secrets are brought into the light, they can just as easily join forces in filth.”

The chapter ended with a strange man in black secretly following her as she headed back to get her basin and return home sadly. So I guess I've refreshed your memory a little. So let's not waste time and head over to today's meal portion. (^_^) ********************************** Rayford's street in the slum. The elderly lady finally reached home sighing heavily repeatedly. Today was like practically the worst day of her life. She kept replaying what happened over and over again in her head and couldn't help but also cuss for the millionth time. How could youngsters these days be so evil to a woman like her? Now she's lost everything. She lost the golden card and the money it contained to tha

She was searching online one day, when she saw the offer, that a kingpin club, needed a good stripper and a fighter as well for $8000 per week. Gosh!! That amount was so huge, she could still remember the way she acted on seeing the amount they offered her that day. She was sitting on a couch the day she got the offer, and when she saw the amount she didn't know when she jumped on her feet and gave out a loud scream, quite funny huh? If the money was to be converted to Naira, then she was rich. And now, she was obviously rich, but not to the point where she can fully depend on her money. She had parents and siblings in Lagos, so as the first child, she had to take care of things. But she cou

Hugo looked surprised to see me. “What’s with that look on your face?” I said as I hopped onto the bar stool. “You didn’t think I would show up?” “Um, kind of.” He gave me a sheepish smile. I quickly looked away and ordered a margarita. Sliding my hand inside my brown sling bag, I fetched my tablet and got down to business. “So, the billionaire matchmaking club,” I said as I scrolled through the files till I found what I was looking for. “I have been…”

and now I am confused. How can this happen?... she is still the Electra who can win the world... The woman I loved was strong and no matter how many problems came to her, she still found a way to win. There is no way that woman will be poor after 3 years and today, was just an example, of how she can earn money so easily... But if she has money then why would she live in a fucking slum and eat hot dogs... no, something is missing but I don't know what...

This was a new chapter of my life, this was my addiction to a billionaire, and I knew that it was just the beginning, but the ending would be worth it. In Tristian Ravenford's arms was my home, and with Liam, we were writing this new chapter, together and with one ink. When he kissed me, the crowd cheered, and I smiled happily in the hands of the billionaire I was addicted to and my lovely son. I was at home, this was home, and it was where I wanted to be. END.

I try to get some work done, but it’s not enough to distract me from this feeling. It’s late in the afternoon when I break. I don’t care what happens. I just need to see both of them. Without another thought, I take a ride and drive to a familiar neighborhood. It doesn’t take long to get where I’m going. Several eyes follow my car as I make my way through Connor and Santana’s neighborhood. A homeless man is hauling a shopping cart full of newspapers and two tattooed men smoking cigarettes near a corner store. This neighborhood is not the best with its rundown and abandoned buildings. The front yards are cluttered with abandoned vehicles, furniture, and garbage. The grass is yellow from lack

Their desires were modest, and their aspirations were not extravagant; all they longed for was a life filled with purpose. At this moment, they were simply the humble folk, uncertain of even securing two square meals a day, and residing in the urban slums. I couldn't help but furrow my brow in response to their stares. Glancing down at the streets, I noticed the neatly arranged stones, yet beneath them, murky water trickled through the cracks. Even my keen sense of smell detected the faint odor emanating from the commoners' living quarters. As I gazed upon the weathered, crumbling homes that seemed on the brink of collapse, the bustling streets teemed with vendors hawking their wares, shoppe