The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari Novels & Stories

This man is going to be a problem. He got in the car and told me to "fucking get in," which is something I ought to be doing because this is my car. He climbed into the driver’s seat of my Porsche and cranked up the speed to 250 kilometers per hour. I truly hate speed; it makes my stomach turn. Why is this man making my life difficult? "Doctor Blackwood, where did you meet Mrs. Monroe?" "Who is that?" "The girl you say’s your fiancée."

“Yes sir. These summer days are humid and rainfall is recurring. I find myself in the car, waiting for the Italian. I'm supposed to be there already, waiting makes me in a bad mood. Patience is not my strong suit. I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, counting every second. Just when I'm about to believe that this unfortunate man has deceived me, a black sports car appears. From this the Suited man gets out, behind comes a truck from which four armed men get out. No wonder he came safely. I abandon the convertible, standing next to the door. "Mr. Ferreti," he greeted dismissively. "Mr. Konstantinov, the last time we met, you were just a piccolo," he comments, slipping a hypocritical smile

It's a bad omen for a hermitage to burn down and yes …he knows where the omen is coming from. “ But nope…I will definitely change peoples opinion this time because yeah I was born to lead and i will” Monk Martin thought, eyes burning in rage and hands fidgeting. The driver packed and Monk threw cash on him before running out. He almost slumped onto the floor when he saw the other Monks outside with the building all into dust. “ Argh!!!” Monk yelled out and tried running into the burning fire but the other Monks held him back. His eyes were bloodshot while still staring at the building with his fist tightened when the image of Alex flashed in his memory.

"Not to mention, there are many ways to get a piece of equipment, why must it be done at the auction room?" Bartholomew looked deeply at the monk's horse's face for a moment, revealing a knowing smile. The monk's horse face is also a smug smile, his eyes are bright and he can see the price of the room from afar, his eyes are full of greed, with such amazing self-worth, he can hold a blue concubine invite, still just Bartholomew friend, it seems that luck is not too bad, this time met a big fat goat.

I think the distance was not that far, and then my body was turned to the right, and after that, he took off my blindfold. Oh, Hell!! My eyes stared at the shiny red Ferrari sports car in front of me with wide eyes; my soul seemed to run away from my body. It is the latest sports car from Ferrari, why should I use a fast car?? I exhaled and then turned to face Sean. My senses massaged his forehead in frustration; this man might just be able to buy me an island. The hair on my body stood up instinctively at the thought. “I already told you, don’t waste your money on silly things like this.” I’m angry. Will he always be like that?? He has a lot of money, but this is beyond me.

You would be left dumbfounded. The abbot, once rumored to have grown up poor, chopping wood and eating scraps, was now stepping out of a luxury car. With a glass of red wine in hand, he swirled it slowly and chuckled, "A million? You think that's a lot? How pathetic. We monks lack many things, but money isn't one of them. Titan's Palm? Even if you offered 100 billion, it's not for sale." The abbot would then pull out an imported cigar, hold it between his fingers, and start puffing away.

The car moved on a smooth and majorly straight road, taking only a few turns here and there before rolling into what looked like an estate. He picked up his phone, dialling a number, and began speaking a language that sounded like Italian. He balled his fist that was on his lap, I could tell that the conversation was making him angry. Just as he ended the call, the car halted to a stop. “Welcome to your new home, chica bella,” he said, giving me a bone-chilling smile. Scary man say what?

16 years of being the head of the Mafia and no one could ever beat him, not if they wanted to live anyway. “Do you think he would have arranged for the payment?” Luca fell into steps with him as they both exited the club and Hugo moved toward his G Wagon. Luca took the keys from him and opened the door to the driving seat while Hugo sinked in the passenger seat. His skin was overheated with all the exertion and warm in the club and the AC felt cool.

And it's time to go back to his home. Stomach was growling with a hunger and throat went dry in the need of water but today was ironically hysterical. The great Manik Malhotra was penniless. He chuckled, how life is laughing at him. It was showing him how every creature is same and u should respect every life. He was the same arrogant, filthy rich buisness man, Year back, In the late evening,

, but could not free himself from the tight grip. "Yes, if that is so ..." were the confused words of one of the three monks. While two of them carried the unconscious man into his room, the third followed the father and Louis. He had dragged Godric to the forecourt of the monastery and only let him go there. All the monks of the monastery were gathered in the forecourt, at least those who could. “Ah Father Godric! Brother louis! So you will be driving in pairs. ”, Said an older monk for the crowd and smiled gently at the two men. Godric moved away from the demon, had looked at him once more disgruntled, but then smiled just as gently back at the old man. "Brother Gordon." Godric greeted him