Some People Are Born Great Novels & Stories

People always say that when you are born as poor, you will live as poor, and you will die as poor. Text is some kind of fate or any people that was living in this world. There is a chance for you to get out of that poverty but then that was given to only one and a million people. What is that kind of thing really true? Or is it but a simple threat of those people that are trying to stop others from achieving lthings that they have no power to achieve?

She should be treated like a legend, too. But it can’t just be like that. That’s the way of the world. Sometimes, no matter how good you are, no matter how many times you try to do your best, you still end up being a loser. Maybe she was born like that. Like how winners were born winners even if they don’t really have anything special. Even if they are just ordinary; unlike Jacel.

“We live in an era where wealth is no longer the key to opportunities. Opportunities come to those who take chances.” “Precisely,” Sean says. “If you look closely, this generation praises self-made billionaires more than trust fund babies. It’s a complete one-eighty from the previous generation, where the wealthy discriminated the ones who made a living.” If Sean is trying to lure Ariana in with the belief that no man is greater than the other, then he’s succeeding so far.

Only 1 out of 1000000 could hope to be born with such capacity. "Exactly. Sol, you must understand. This world is unfair. One's hard work is without a doubt important. But the blessings one receives at birth are even more so. Take me for example. I was born with a capacity of 5. Barely enough to make a contract with an E– class being. Then, why am I so powerful?" "Because you are a witch." "Good… What is a witch, then?"

"If you are a great man, then you don't have any weakness." "You're wrong, great men has their biggest weakness. It's their hunger for greatness. Everything they do, they have to think it through. There's no surprise, no thrill. Always by the book, obeying the rules. They are afraid to make mistake. Unlike men like me. I don't care about greatness. I don't care about glory. More importantly, I don't play by the rules. I do whatever I want, whenever I want." "That's what makes you the best, Master. No one can predict your every move."

Cara sighs, her face down to the ground. “I felt sorry for those people… this damn world does not deserve them” She ends. “It’s sad you know… I mean, some people born into a nice privileged family but they kept wishing that they’re not born from that family. It same goes to me! I born into a nice privileged family who can afford everything I want in life, but I kept praying that I’d never born into this damn world…” I sigh. “Mmmm sometimes life is not always fair…” Cara sighs.

I'm not gonna have to manure this beautiful place or bring it down brick by brick like I thought I might have to. For fuck sake! We've been here for hours with this shit. First, the two people who helped procreate me had disappeared, and in their place were these two highbrow what the fucks who were sipping tea and eating dainty little cakes that looked like art or some crap. My eyes started to twitch when they started talking about the Frenchman who'd set the family on the course to nobility. "So, Colton, if I remember correctly, you're next in line for the title. It would've been yours had your parents not disappeared."

Daniel Reed had never believed in luck. Luck was what wealthy people called advantages they were born with. Luck was the word people used when they didn't want to admit how much harder they had to work for the same opportunities. Luck was for people who could afford to wait for things to happen. Daniel couldn't afford to wait.

So she didn't need to know it. It would only influence her thoughts and feelings. It would give her hope. False hope. “No,” I said. “He loved no one.” She shifted. Barely. I caught it. She understood what that meant. “No one?” she probed again. “Even his parents?” A humorless laugh left me. “He is reborn every time. That means whenever the firstborn heir of the next generation is supposed to receive its wolf, Alaric leaves his previous human body behind.”

I can’t control myself as I huff, “Right. I don’t think that is correct. The only great thing that will come from them is when they bow to everyone else. Only the most powerful werewolf can be great and no one else.” From the other side of our group, a woman in her mid-twenties crosses her arms over her chest and snorts, “Regardless of your power, status or position, everyone has the ability to do great things. People, sometimes, just need a little push.” Oh, please. Don’t make me laugh. The man next to me replies, “Let me clarify for you. Everyone can do things, but only great people can do great things. With anyone else, it is just an action.”