Slumdog Millionaire Book Novels & Stories

“Now you’ve got me intrigued.” My lips curved faintly. “Intrigued?” “How does a thief know how to navigate corporate negotiations and contract presentations?” I let out a quiet laugh. “Just because I’m a thief doesn’t mean I’m dumb.” I continued, “If anything, thieves are some of the smartest people alive.” That earned a quiet laugh from him, low and unexpected. “Is that so?” “Of course,” I replied. “You think stealing is easy? One wrong move and everything falls apart. You learn to think ahead and read people before they read you.”

Pride was a useless, entirely empty concept for a slave. He swallowed the massive, agonizing lump of pure humiliation burning his raw throat. Slowly, painfully, he bent his violently shivering knees. His starving muscles actively protested, threatening to snap completely under his own weight. He dropped heavily to his knees on the cold marble floor. The sharp impact sent a brutal, jarring shockwave up his numb legs. Kabir let out a low, incredibly satisfied whistle. Sameer actually pulled out his expensive smartphone, casually snapping a bright picture of the former billionaire on his knees.

“Yes, Ma’am. I understand.” It was a miracle I was even here. Just two days ago, I was being dragged through the town square by my adoptive parents, screamed at, humiliated, and sold off like cattle to whoever would take me—all because they wanted extra money for their gambling debts. Mrs. Santiago had happened to pass by that day. She hadn’t looked at me with pity; she had looked at me like she had found exactly what she needed. She paid them a sum that could feed my old household for years, and took me away without a second thought. I didn’t know why she chose me, but I knew better than to question it. Survival was all I had left. We walked through wide, marble-floored hallways until we st

The poor were relegated to slums on the city's outskirts, hidden from the public eye unless they had business beyond their domes The structure was discriminatory. While all were Eldorians, there was no sense of unity beyond their class. Sarang vividly remembered the first time he had witnessed a public beating of a pickpocketing child from the slums. If not for Sebastian’s intervention, the child would have lost a limb—or worse, his life. That incident had starkly reminded Sarang of his own fortune, because as twisted as it sounded, in some ways, slaves had it easier, provided their masters weren’t malicious. Nathaniel and Sarang wandered into Linfield’s bustling market, the heart of the cit

Story written with a randomly generated story as the base. Street Dog looked at the delicious sausage in his hands and felt hungry. He walked over to the hole in his cardboard box where the snow-wet street reflected his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated the dark Slum with its disturbed, dull dirty. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to violence and always let him hungry as if no amount of sausage would ever fill the hole in his belly. He was a mut, he was street dog.

He asked mockingly, laughing at the same time but Dinah matched his mocking look with one on her face. “You think, I would leave if I had nowhere to go? I mean do you think I loved you Mikey? I was basically milking you love… You gave me food, shelter, money and protection and you should know that you were just a means to an end and now I’ve seen an offer much better. I’m going to a place much better than this slum hole filled with you and your egoistic drug bamboo-zed men. I just…” “Don’t think you can just go and…”

I said calmly "You daughter of a bitch" she said but I didn't bothered "you're a gold digger and I can see it written all over your faces but let me warn you" she hissed "well for your information you're just getting married to him based on contract because people like you are made for that" she chuckle "you know all the people from slum have the tendency to do anything for money so they could get rich or rather get food on their table since its hard and difficult for them to feed"

Well, she's confident with me because I already look like a lady and not a child anymore. One week had passed. Jackson is going to the bakeshop almost everyday to buy some breads. One day, he asked for my phone number. I happily gave it to him because I want to have a new friends. We became friends and he told me that he is just a child of a family driver and a maid. His parents were staying in their Master's mansion for a long time and he was born there. He grew up like a child of a rich family, but the truth is, he is just a son of a servants.

I was a billionaire who couldn't access his own fortune, rendered powerless and trapped by the very digital footprint that had built my empire. We walked away from the ATM, from the money, from everything I’d built. That night we slept in a homeless shelter in the Bronx, anonymous among the desperate and forgotten, and I lay on a thin mattress that smelled of sweat and despair, wondering how we’d fallen so far, so fast. Day 7.

Alfred and Lisa, we're meant to be from the onset. But if there was one thing, Daniel so much believed was that “**Nothing can ever stand in between two people who love each other** THE END That's the end of The Billionaire’s Sex Slave. There is Book 2 titled “The Bella’s”. It's all about the quadruplets but I won't be posting it yet because I'm still trying to compose the book. So guys watch out for my next story title “CINDERELLA AND HER BEAUTIFUL OCTUPLETS” please do well to support me in my next story. You can click on the follow button so you'll be notified when the story is out.