Some People Are Born Great Novels & Stories

Bianca asked curiously. "Hehe, you're really young my princess, you still don't know true love." King Cedric said teasingly. "If Jin did that, first of all, they won't believe that Jin did that because they have known Jin since childhood, they love Jin and they have a lot of respect for Jin. They will never lose their respect for Jin because just by hearsay or simple mistake, especially Lady Judith. Lady Judith loves Jin more than their family's wealth. Second, Jin knows his friends very well. There's a saying, "Birds with the same feather," Bianca quickly responded and said, "flocks together!" "You're right, and that's how they are. They have a lot in common so they became best friends." Ki

One girl whispered, “Yeah, that's easier said than done.” Nolan’s head turned sharply, and he fixed his gaze on her. “Do you think you’re weaker because you weren’t born with a title?” The girl nodded her head, with her eyes fixed on the ground. “Wrong,” he said. “Strength has absolutely nothing to do with what family you were born into and what finery you decorate yourself with. It’s how many times you get back up after you’re knocked flat. And all of you,” his eyes caught mine and held there, “already know how to do that.”

"But he could have been different. I mean, there are some people who break the cycle. Some kind of publicity, I mean some people who are born poor but do not always remain poor. Some people who are born into crime but choose something else." "About that I can say that personalities are different," Kane replied, leaning against the desk. "Some people have it in them to break away. To choose a different path. The Reyes siblings are not those people. They saw what their father built and they wanted more of it. Bigger. Better. More sophisticated." "So they are just evil? Is that what you are saying?" Eve took a sip of her coffee. It was strong and bitter and exactly what she needed.

He continued, "With a single command, he could easily crush a top-tier faction. Even the power clans of Chetvine are nothing special in his eyes. Lorenzo, don't you think that's how a real man should live?" Lorenzo shook his head, completely clear-minded. "Some things you're either born with, or you're not. If you have them at birth, you'll have them for life. But if you don't have them when you're born, forget about it for the rest of your life."

But he didn’t. Some people stumbled into strength, and that was okay. Because if it wasn’t, the conspirators of The Great Underestimation won.

Only great people like you will be able to appreciate the incredible person you are. Don't allow small people to diminish who you are, don't allow people without the will to live to take away your own will to be more, to live your own immensity. There is still a lot to happen in your life, a lot of immense things, a lot of things full of purpose – value this life you have and leave others aside.

"Please, I'm begging you. Just open your eyes..." Marco and the other men stood back, terrified, having never seen their boss so broken and devastated. "Boss, let her go. The missus... she's gone." Vito looked up, his eyes blazing with a blood-red fury. "Anyone who says another word, I'll kill them!" "Boss, we need to... handle the arrangements..." An old retainer watched from the side, unable to bear it. "A normal birth is a brush with death as it is. But to be bitten by a viper during labor... Mother of God, the hell she must have gone through."

I say. “No,” he grunts, “but it’s how it is. It’s the way this world is. When certain people are born poor and become rich, they treat poor people like crap because they remind them of who they used to be. When people are born rich, they don’t think of being friendly to the staff. It wouldn’t even occur to them.” “What about people who are born poor and are still poor?” He takes a step forward, almost brushing right up against me. As far as I can tell, he’s not wearing cologne, but he has a scent. It’s manly, musky. Is that the word? Something flutters inside me. My heart beats a little faster.

CHAPTER 113: THE UNBORN GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a god isn’t born in a temple; a god is born in the dark, usually when someone is screaming for their life. And looking at the black, oily mess pooling on the High Queen’s white carpet, I realized I was about to witness the most expensive birth in the history of the Void.

“Barren. Useless. My son needs an heir, Elena. Not a charity case.” Victoria Hale. The woman who taught me how to set a table for forty and how to disappear when her friends came. She stepped into the light. Pearls. Dior. A smile like a knife cut. “You heard my son.” She tapped her manicured nail on the mahogany table. “Sign. Or I call security. They’ll drag you out the way we drag trash to the curb.” The front doors crashed open. Rain. Wind. And her. Celine. Red dress tight as skin. One hand on her stomach. Five months round.