The Rich Man And The Poor Man Book Novels & Stories

Henry looked at him. "Uncle, have you heard the saying 'a promise to the poor and a debt to the rich, no one escapes,' because it's the worst thing in the world? In this case, it's the same if both the poor and rich person is Clara - owing or promising her something is a debt that'll be collected until death," Enzo laughed heartily. "But I don't owe you anything, Clara," Henry replied, confused. "But you promised, Henry! And I haven't seen any results yet," Clara complained.

If I could go back and treat people better, I would. “That was the old me. The new Chloe loves the poor more than the rich. Do you know why? Because rich people are hypocrites. So, we’re friends now, whether in public or private. Just call me Chloe. You are not poor, you just need help, and that help you are going to get it from me. Not having money is not what being poor means. Someone without character is poor. Someone who hurts others is very poor. Someone who is lazy is poor. Someone who works hard and gets even little is not poor. Okay?”

He crossed the line, and to Jackson, nothing else mattered. "Speaking of inserting oneself into the life of others for a greener pasture, I have a story about that, there once lived the daughter from a family of unbounded wealth who found love in a pauper. This pauper with time had his wooden spoon replaced with a golden one, he smelled wealth and got selfish. He wanted it all. The daughter, blinded by the idea of love, fed him all of it, as much as she could to satisfy him. If only she had known he was a basket and could never get filled," with an intent stare at his father, "do you know how the pauper paid her back? Broken rips on Saturday nights, a drunken mess on Monday. A miscarriage on

"My mom and dad say that rich people aren't happy. They say that only poor and good people can go to heaven. They say that the love of money is the root of all evil." "OK, OK," said the youth minister, quelling the brewing argument. "Let me finish the reading." Putting down his guitar, he finished reading, saying "For to everyone who has, will more be given, and he will have an abundance. But from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away." The fire crackled in the silence. No one talked. Both the older minister and the youth minister were quiet. "Does that mean the rich will continue to get richer and the poor poorer?" Asked a young girl.

He was about to leave the subdivision when he was blocked by some young arsonists but lost weight and became malnourished. He first stopped on the side of the road when the five thin, tall young men stopped in front of his cart. The thin five young men grinned at him. "Beggar, we have your money,give it to us!" Shouted the one thin young man. He was silent and motionless but his able eyes were focused on the movements of the thin youth in front of him. That means it's a hold-up. "I don't have any money anymore because I've already bought the goods and as you can see I haven't sold them yet because the junk shop is closed at this time." He gave a long explanation.

curiosity filled the rich man's eyes. "This year." Terrius smirked, "What an irony. You have a lawful partner yet you continue to be illegal?" Also, he's looking at me. I don't understand what the heck he's implying but I think I'm slowly processing the things that, conclude, he's implying. Seeing his malicious stares between me and my best buddy beside me I think I already get what he's thinking about the two of us. He thinks me and Pax are a thing. I mentally facepalmed, I didn't know that even wealthy people are nosy. I thought they are only interested in things that circulate in their rich community. The Elite Circle that they belong with. Especially Him.

He grins, "It's fun to see them run around and hide after they fall in depts. The reason they get poorer and poorer each day is because they think they're no different from the rich, just because were all humans but you know what? You poor people have your own world, while we have ours, so you should know not to cross your boundary." I manage to raise my head and look at him, "I may blame my daddy for bringing this problem to us but you see Mr. Creditor, I do not want to come to your world either. Why would we leave a peaceful world and come over to yours? Is it because of money?" I scoff before continuing, "I will rather suffer till I die, than become rich and live like you who only finds h

Detective Joe and Justin were at the nanny's house and she spoke in parables. Justin wondered if that was how old people were or if she was just trying to confuse them with her diversion. "Your father was the kind of person who would say this to me, there was no difference between one who was in debt and one who was too rich," the old nanny said. "What does that mean?" Justin asked. "One day, he said to me, what are the similarities between a very rich man and a poor man?" The old nanny asked.

I have a date with Ryan tomorrow," I said and his expression changed like that of some who just got stained with mud . "Yeah whatever fine I will teach you ,but first you need lesson notes ," he said walking to the drawer placed under the big screen called television. He brought some books and a pen ."here you go ,your own book . "Urm, are they really mine ,you just took them from that place and called them mine ,are we not?"I drew closer and whispered in his ear "stealing ". "I think we are ,he whispered back and I got scared but then he started laughing .

Esther grumbled as she fixed her seatbelt. "Really? Is it an old guy with large bucks?" Elise asked funnily. Esther froze for a while, remembering the prestige and exquisiteness of that important person. She was sour again in her heart. Really lucky, not only having loads of cash, still having a hot and rich husband! "Yeah, he's old!" Esther responded indignantly. "So you are not the one who has a sugar daddy, but that woman. And you can still leech her off!" Elise teased and chuckled.