Slumdog Millionaire Book Novels & Stories

"Wealthy people are weird. They use other people's weakness to fulfill their selfish desires." "Well, it's not our fault that you badly need money and you're willing to do even the most awful things to have it." "It's because we have no other choice. If only we have a choice, why would we even want to give up our morale and dignity to some stranger? It's not that we're willing to do everything, it's just that we just think there is no hope anymore. And when you're in that situation, you really won't be able to think about yourself anymore."

“This could change everything for you.” “It’s not just about money,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly. “I won’t lose myself in this… whatever it is you want.” He studied me for a moment, trying to understand why I was so resistant. Did he really believe that taking his offer would mean losing myself? Just then, Sam rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. “Evelyn! You can’t be serious!” I turned to my friend, torn between joy and fear. “Think about it!” Sam urged. “He’s a billionaire! This is dangerous!”

Zoya hit the table in her displeasure hearing her father's words. Thinking of Dharavi, mad her cringe. It is the most slum area in Mumbai, maybe even in all of India. There a million more people live crowded and jostled. And they live with facilities that are far from proper. Slum, cramped, lack of facilities. The houses huh? Crowded and uninhabitable! and the high crime rate immediately filled her head. Let alone staying there, passing through the area made her thinks twice because it's really risky.

“You don't care about Mum's feelings and you hardly care about mine. All you care about is your stupid dreams of changing the world. Like that's ever gonna happen.“ She snorted. “My dreams ain't stupid and sooner or later, I'll make it a reality.“ Trust me to speak so boldly when it has to do with my dreams. “We live in Gale, Shelly, and in the slums to top it all. We reak of dirt and mud. We eat from the remains of the rich. We are born unfortunate and we die that way. This is our fate and there's nothing you or any one else can do about it.“ Tears were beginning to build a lump in my throat at Megan's words. Slowly, I let my gaze dance around our poor abode. We lived in a dirty shaft in th

As expected from a former loner! "You that suicidal dude?" Door dude says I'm suicidal? Well, I can't say I wasn't. "Suicidal? What do you mean by that?" "Boy! Do I look up to your bravery! You had the nerve to interfere with the police corps!" "Yeah, Miles! Don't do that again..." Adorable! Her face and the way she pinches my sweater is... Almost makes me forget that view just now... And speaking of that view. This is probably the most massive slum I've ever witness. I'm used to seeing shanty, run-down areas in the previous world, but one that stretches the horizon and goes as far as you can see is... something that makes me bawl my eyeballs out.

Charlie sighed as he said, “Actually, I have already heard of the existence of the beggar syndicate when I was still working at the construction site. They mostly consist of fellow villagers or relatives who formed and organized a group to beg in big cities. Some of them are extremely cruel, and they specialize in targeting minors.” After that, Charlie continued speaking, “Do you remember that we watched an Indian movie called ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ about two years ago? There was the leader of a beggar syndicate who made a young child blind because he could sing very well? After making him blind, he made him sing and beg on the street. It seems as though this kind of thing only happens far aw

''Come on, get up you bit*ch!'' one of the men called out, his voice rough as he bangs the metal of my cell. Up until now, the only meal I had gotten was dry stale bread and water. Mirriam had said that the guests did not want to buy a fat slave, whatever that was supposed to mean. She said that they only wanted to buy someone who was healthy enough to maintain under low circumstances and who would have a pleasing appearance. I did not care about my appearance especially because I would not be preparing myself to go please rude wealthy men that did not have any morals.

POV: Nikolai The smell hit me before we even cleared the stairwell. It was a thick, suffocating mix of cheap cooking grease, damp plaster, and old cabbage. The south side slums didn't change. The city’s underbelly was just a giant, concrete funnel where all the human trash and broken dreams ended up, and right now, we were sitting right at the very bottom of it.

Layla remembered Caroline's warning moments ago and didn't dare to finish her words. Caroline turned away and left. As Layla watched Caroline leave, she finished the sentence she had started, "What a lunatic. I don't know what's so good about her husband. He's clearly a poor sob, but she treats him like a treasure." When Mr. Donovan heard her, he came over and said to Layla, "There's no need to let someone like her rattle your cage, Ms. Layla. Some people think their possessions are the most superior."

Did she read the book onto the dog? In the past, Suzan would have endured it, but now, she didn't want to endure it anymore, so she just growl back: “Suzy, has your conscience been eaten by a dog? If it weren’t for me, your family of five would still be living in that shabby building of only 70 square meters in the old town in the north of the city. Your dad is addicted to gambling and drinking, and the money he makes cannot support your three children. Why did he come out to study auto mechanics before graduating from high school? No money.