The Billionaire Brain Wave Review Novels & Stories

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

"Lies, so many lies you keep telling yourself Mr Billionaire, but even though you keep lying to the whole world, you can't lie to me..." Even though my awful mind kept on repeatedly whispering to me what my heart kept on bleeding out, it was no lie that slowly not only did it somehow manage to bring me back to my senses, it also made me actually believe that indeed the heart always has a mind of it own whether you fucking like it or not. "You are "THE" city's famous billionaire, you can't give up and let her go, no way..." Whispers ringing in my head, even though it sounded so cliche to me, still like a magician, I found my legs moving on it own out of the dump I sat on.

“Forbes’ Youngest Billionaire, Jay Naire, Wins Another Multi-Million Dollar Investment.” My brain froze. I scrolled down. Another headline. “Jay Naire: The Tech Genius Reshaping New York’s Startup Industry.” Another one. “The Billionaire Who Built an Empire Before Thirty.” I slowly lifted my head. “H… he isn’t poor?” Lilly stared at me like I had just asked if the sky was green. “Poor?” “This man could buy half of Manhattan if he wanted.” My stomach dropped. Without thinking, I marched back to him and grabbed the swing to stop it.

she hissed. "Wait! I saw the news!" Danny scrambled inside, ignoring the skillet. "The billionaire? The shark? Lil, you’ve hit the jackpot! You can’t let him pay off Vane and just walk away. If he’s got that kind of cash, he can fix everything. My new venture, the crypto-bakery—" "Get. Out."

There was no way he could evade anything, besides they knew that the doses would only be enough for a few weeks, not even a month, and that is exactly what they wanted to find out, what was going on afterwards. In a week Matias, had managed to have his own cookie factory, had worked on the internet, earned money in dollars, and built his own empire, he had never returned home, although they had never stopped importing, he sent them money, but in the form of food, just enough for them to eat, and he paid the back services anonymously, but after the second week, his brain intensity began to drop, he no longer had that spark of intelligence, he did not know it, but his brain stopped working at

My eyebrows furrowed. “You have no idea what he’s capable of, have you? He’s a billionaire. Do you know how deep his connections are? He’s Wallace Winston and Beatreigh Braddson’s son, Mosses Braddson’s nephew, and an investor at Osmium. Those guys at Osmium are deadly. You’ve met Gabe Linden.” “Stop.” I growled as I raised a hand. “Stop scaring me and reminding me of what kind of people Lake is.” Then I heard a strong vibration.

It was too late when the billionaire looked up, he had swerved off the road and was driving into a building… Bamb! Romero gasped out into reality with a name on his lips. “Ocean!” His wife was with Justin. Romero quickly sat up, he winched as pain sliced through his head, “Ah.” He tried to raise both of his hands to his head but it was then he felt another hand in his, he looked beside him … and the billionaire had to close and open his eyes still he saw the same oceanic eyes staring at him… It was as if two pools of beautiful ocean were staring at him.

Cold sweat forms on his forehead as he becomes more agitated. Although, Fred is the CEO of Brain, a reputable company in Paris which has other companies crawling behind it. But right now, the Almighty Brain’s CEO looks panicked and frightened. Fred has never thought that anything could cause him to be frightened out of his shell. He has always have everything at his beck and call. Never has he imagine he could be as helpless as he is right now.

​I rest my forehead against the cool glass and take a shaky breath. ​You’re losing your grip on reality, Anella, I tell myself firmly. He’s a billionaire who plays corporate games for a living. His obsession can’t possibly be as deep or as dangerous as it feels. ​But my logical brain is fighting a losing battle against my unstable nerves. ​I close my eyes, and the sound of the rain hitting the glass suddenly transports me back to a very different storm.

Randy's pov Everything felt surreal as I walked through the NRMC facility alongside Ms. Swan, my mind still trying to process what Daniel had just told me about becoming a billionaire through the medication I'd developed years ago without any expectation of financial reward. I, Randy White, orphan and penniless, was now a billionaire and a house owner, the thought kept cycling through my mind with a persistence that suggested my brain was trying to make the information feel real by repeating it, but the words still felt like they belonged to someone else's story rather than my own.