The Millionaire Real Estate Agent Novels & Stories

The minute she left, two sharply dressed agents entered. “Good morning Mr Langston” they both greeted in unison. I dipped my chin and gestured for them to sit. “Mr. Langston, thank you for seeing us,” the first man said. He was tall and lean with his hair sleekly combed back. “We brought a shortlist of undervalued residential properties in decent locations. Potential for renovation, leasing, or flipping.” I leaned back into my chair, I didn't care what property they had, I just needed to buy something, sign something, do anything to remind myself that I was Kellan Langston, one of the richest men in Texas, the powerful icon and founder of Lockra.

I shout, losing my posture. "Yes, and maybe if it's not too much to ask, I can..." trying to speak while ignoring me. "Do you want money?" Maciel asks impatiently, then reaches for a checkbook in his drawer and writes down an amount, whatever it is, this man became a millionaire in seconds, and when Maciel hands it over, I see his eyes light up." This is the amount for Aline's stay here until it is decided whether she lives or dies and Marco marries your daughter.

So this was how it was going to go, Blake Shite slammed her laptop closed and sat back in her very comfy office chair. She'd been locked up in her home for a week, trying to put words to her new book. But nothing. Not a single word made it onto the screen, her fingers hovered, typed, deleted. Over and over. She rubbed a hand over her tired eyes and stood, stretching her back. She would go down to the kitchen, make herself a cup of coffee, toast and try again. Her phone rang on her desk and she glared down at it. Her agent, Donna, again. She growled at the phone, ignored it, and went down to her kitchen. Blake didn't have time to deal with Donna now, as her friend, Donna understood that she w

i admit guiltily. "No Gale! It's nothing. Aidan earns more in a week." She explains and rubs my arm. That is a lot of money. I suppose he is a billionaire. I cannot even imagine that amount of money. Hell, I can't even imagine that many people. "Besides, Aidan is getting something which is much more valuable. He's maturing Gale, and I can only assume that's it's your doing." She argues. i smile and brush it off. "I appreciate that. Thank you. How are you doing?" I ask her, even though I don't know her form a bar of soap. She smiles.

The people, who were mostly farmers, owners of small lands, and small businesses, were amazed by this information. “Yeah, I'm so rich that, modesty aside, I'm considered one of the richest men in the entire world,” Jensen shrugged, looking at those people as if they were nothing but ants. “So if I want you to leave this shitty town, you will leave even if you don’t want to.”

If he didn't pay, she'd go to the police and accuse him of rape. Brad gritted his teeth and paid her. But his career was over. Everyone in the industry knew what he'd done. No one would hire him. He had no choice but to sell the house. He went to a real estate agent. The offer? One million. Brad laughed. He told the agent not to play dumb. He knew that the neighborhood had been marked for government demolition. They were planning to build a commercial district. The value was about to jump tenfold. The agent looked at him. "Where did you hear that? That's not true at all. If anything, prices have been dropping. If you don't sell now, you might not even get one million."

“The forest provides so much privacy. This place is really special.” He looks at me with that same singular intensity again. I feel my face flush. I have to remind myself he’s talking about the house, not me. “I’m glad to hear it,” I say. “This was my favorite of the options.” Aiden chuckles. “You know,” he said, “most real estate agents start with the worst options to make their later choices look better.” “I hate dirty tactics like that,” I declare. “I only offer my most sincere recommendations. This job is about finding the perfect place for someone, not trickery.”

"But we just clicked. We have a lot in common, and he's very down-to-earth." "Down-to-earth?" Emily echoed, raising an eyebrow. "A handsome millionaire? That's a first." I laughed softly. "He's more than just a pretty face and a big bank account. He cares about people and wants to make a difference." "Sounds like a fairytale," Emily said. "But good for you, Sasha. I guess some people are just born lucky." "Or maybe it's about being in the right place at the right time," I countered, not letting her get to me. "And knowing what you want."

I met his gaze and explained, “Asher, I have bought two properties here.” Dad started out in real estate and collected properties all over the world. Asher already knew this. So, Asher nodded calmly, reassuring me with a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Of course. I trust you completely. Today, we’re here to buy our own home together.” Christine caught on quickly and smiled warmly. “Ah, so this is for your future home with your fiancé? Congratulations, Miss Gwen!” Before I could respond, Sophia stormed over, shoving Christine aside. “Christine! You know the rules about poaching clients! Mr. Asher was my client first. How dare you try to take him from me?”

“I love you, too, Darling.” “We need to get going. I don't want to be late.” He laughs and lets me go. We both exit the house, and I lock the door behind me. “You know, the real estate agent would definitely not mind at all. She loves me and antonio. We have bought all of our properties through her, and have given her some very good commission as well as tips for her hard work. She wouldn't care if we were five minutes late or five hours late. We would make it up to her by giving her a few extra thousand dollars for her time.”