Slumdog Millionaire Novels & Stories

I could help smile I and Edward had already released a movie known as 'My Rich Billionaire Is Dumb' last two months, and that movie is now a hit in the entire country. Yeah…. The both of us acted it, and when Edward came back into my life, I was finally able to write the script…. And both of us were the main leads. In life….. I have gotten to know that there are a lot of people who face a lot of difficulties in life, but the fact that they still decide to remain strong is what makes them human.

"Ruhi... Eva is here. Calm down." "You should have told her to shut the fuck up when she talked shit about my country." He pushed on the gas, knowing she was scared of speed, but she didn't care how fast he was going. She was throwing daggers at his ex, going on and on about how she should sue the makers of the slumdog millionaire movie for showing a slum in India to make it look like that's how the entire country looked.

srium smiled milan foot steps stopped that man said "how many days you'll care that orphan dog I know he is a burden to you I know you're staying here because of him only" milan didn't have anymore strength to listen that man's words he turned away but the thing is srium slapped that man before him to continue his words and said "shut up just shut up he is the man I love dare to use your stinky mouth in my relationship I will kill you" she left from there by leaving him in shock

Max received no answer. “I’m thinking that’s a no. We know who he is. I’m guessing you think he’s some invincible-looking nomadic warrior. You’d be wrong. He’s a spoiled farmer’s son. From a large farm in Southern Africa. He doesn’t care about the West African people. He only cares about himself.” “You lie! He’s a god! Untouchable—and he’s one of us.” “His name is Kris Muller.” Max handed over a photograph. A purposely chosen image of Kris Muller at college, looking preppy as he posed with his cricket league outside their clubhouse. Mongo stared in horror. Max pulled a file from his pack and produced more evidence.

"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."

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

"Let her go!" Just as her uncle set his eyes on the man, he instantly released his hand in fear and trepidation and Jennifer slumbed on the floor. He knew who the man was and what he is capable of. The man standing before him is the most ruthless and feared Billionaire. His name is Mike Zacklid. He is strong, very tough to deal with and always with arm. The only billionaire who live and journey with no single armed guards. He dosen't need security. He wears bullet proof suits which costs millions of dollars. He is skilled and fast enough to dodge a fired bullet. He is mysterious and powerful. Nobody dares stands on his way. Fighting him is just like digging your own grave.

"Unfortunately I do, I've had the displeasure for the past few weeks of wading through your filth. I have the children you sold away into captivity by the way. By the end of tomorrow the whole world is going to know what you are not to worry." He struggled against his restraints and swore a blue streak. Demented fuck. I stood back and let him tire his old ass out. Funny, up close he didn't look like either of his personas. Not the great senator, nor the axis of evil. Instead he looked like a sixty five year old degenerate down on his luck.