Slumdog Millionaire Book Novels & Stories

“Ria, whatever choice you make, you’ll handle it. Just make sure it’s the right one for both of you.” A few weeks passed in the usual rhythm of Briana’s life: snobbish patrons at the restaurant, a tyrant of a boss, and tiring days. Leo’s infectious smile was the only respite. In the full force of winter, their thin clothing barely fended off the cold. A hefty bill on the door from their stingy landlord irked her, exacerbating the struggle to keep them warm. “Stingy Fucker,” she muttered, fumbling with the lock in frustration.

She had brought this tragedy to him. "So you kidnapped me because you wanted my help?" "There was no other way, I had to result to this. I need money, Faith." Faith sighed in relief, she could give him whatever money she had, it wasn't much to compensate for what he had gone through. "A million grand." "W_what?" Faith choked, she couldn't have heard him right. If she had such money, she probably wouldn't have lost custody to Sterling. "Aren't you married to that billionaire now? A million grand should be nothing to you."

She could almost chuckle silently—to herself—how contrast Bowman looked in his fancy, expensive suit standing at the door of the cheapest motel in town. “Can I come in?” Earth to Mpumi— “Oh, of course,” she opened the door wide for him to come through. Closed the door afterwards. Mpumi saw him look around her tiny space. She easily sensed the pity he felt for her, of which didn’t make any sense. He was the one more deserving of some pity—his son was in hospital. Mpumi did not like pity, in fact she felt extremely disrespected by it. Bowman simply couldn’t fathom how anyone could be living in such a tiny space, there was only enough room for a bed and a small breakfast table at the corner. Bo

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

And so began the romantic comedy story Ryan had created, rated PG and full of humor. The readers of "Living With the Five Billionaires" are unaware that the story is based on real life, except for those who know Ryan and the five leading men in the story. They also don't know that some of the scenarios in the story may be a bit exaggerated. For example, in Episode 15, Edward (Vincent) and Jules (Ryan) encounter Erban (Terban), blocking their path with a tense expression on his wrinkled face. "Where are you going? Why are you so dressed up?" Erban asked.

He smirked again, I swallowed hard, and my mouth and lips suddenly became dried. “And I'm grateful for that,” I said, but I am concerned about when the money gets into my account. I took the pen lying still on the table to sign and I did. It was too fast. I didn't want to think about it. After tomorrow morning, I will be 500,000 dollars rich! Damn! I can already taste it. “Come” Oh my God! It has begun! Aiden’s POV

"At best, he was the Bernard family's bodyguard. Now he is just a pest plaguing Orkgate like he owns the place, throwing those disgusting banquets. I've been downright polite to only call him names." After her rant, Liza turned her head away, but Debra chuckled, "You've been pampered all your life. I imagine you've never seen how people in the slums live." "Who says I haven't?" Liza retorted. "When I was a child, I saw those beggars in the slums. I even gave them money. And what did they do? They stole my wallet. Those lowly people will stop at nothing for money. They're nothing but criminals."

"I lost my parents when I was ten. My wicked uncle maltreated me so bad that i slept most nights without food, I was brutalized and made to sleep besides chickens at the poultry. I smelled so bad and I became so thin and empty. I felt my whole life shattered when he finally threw me out in the streets. I lived in the slum and sleep with the badboys in the cold night. I began to pickpocket just to survive,and till I grew up in the slum, I was a pickpocket. I also run errands for the bad boys and they in turn give me food and money. On one certain day, I stole from a boy whom I later found out to be a son of a gangster. He and his boys beat me almost till death, not untill his brother came to

She leaned her head on the wooden frame of the lamp, looking at the mighty, magnificent tower that this city was so famous for The falling snow flakes felt like stones were being pelted on her, yet it was her heart that hurt more than her body, her vision blurred with unshed tears “Papa, mom, what do I do, when I had you I never had to worry about anything, Papa, these are the same people who were helped by you, Raul, Mohan and many others were the ones who lived a lavish life on your hard earned money, you saved them from humiliations of going down in life, and today these are the ones who wanna tear your daughter off every ounce of dignity she has

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!