Wealthy Writers Novels & Stories

"Because you bought me an expensive flashy car and... I don't think writers get that much, sorry to say." Seven chuckles. "Yea you're right, sugar. It's sad that writers work their asses off but don't get that much. But I'm not just any writer. I'm a screenwriter for a couple of TV series on N*****x. Now that's just not any other writer... We get insane money and I thought I could gift you for nursing my knee. You're too kind. Too much sugar I'm starting to feel diabetic... " I laugh." You talk alot, you know... "

“Honestly, it is a secret, but I want to share it with you so you not to worry about me. There are writers out there who make money from what they write. So, it is not impossible for me to earn too. I am a reader too, and I know what kind of story the reader was looking for. I sound boastful.” “It is natural for the writer to know the market. They just don’t write for their only pleasure, but they also consider their readers.” “There is no doubt that you are the executive assistant, Sir Venal. You are so smart.” “For I need to, Miss Liara. We have a different battlefield, and we must always be ready. So, it is your plan?”

Dean nodded and promised, "Hm, don't worry grandma, I will finish well." "Celeste, is there anything else you want? Just tell grandma, if I can do it, I will fulfill your wish." Celeste shook her head, feeling her tongue was not working, and could only say to herself, 'What did the Davis family do to become this rich? To offer such a high-priced wedding gift and not feel ripped off. The money I earn from writing novels is nothing compared to these conglomerates.' The girl's shocked expression amused young master Davis. He clapped her hands and said, "You deserve everything. Just accept it."

“It did but my privacy is important to me as is my security. Owning the surrounding land to my house means I have less intrusions.” “Do you have a lot of security issues?’ He gave a small sigh, “unfortunately with wealth comes paparazzi. Being in the top ten wealthiest men in the world while being a single bachelor means there is always a lens looking for scandal. Several tabloid outlets have run the story of you and I leaving the club together last night but Jake’s team does an amazing job of burying stories.” She made a confused frown, “bury a story?” He grinned, “nothing makes me look dull than when Jake exposes a secret or two of someone we don’t like. The more salacious story always win

Truly wealthy people seldom flaunted their wealth—unlike those flashy, nouveau riche types. "By the way, I have some news that I think you'll find interesting." Pierre suddenly sat up from the rocking chair. A mysterious smile spread across his face.

Zoey was worried Caspian couldn't hold the wedding as promised. She offered, "Caspian, let me know if you have financial difficulties. I hope for Willow to have a proper wedding, too." "You? Do novelists have deep pockets?" Caspian asked calmly. "Hmph! Are you looking down on me? I'm a pretty well-known author. I can earn up to tens of thousands a month!" Zoey replied proudly. Caspian was surprised. "Oh, you can earn that much?" He was adept in military affairs but didn't understand much about matters like this.

I think the only people who can afford to live in a place like this are oil moguls, drug lords and arm dealers. “I don’t know.” Comes Bhyron’s quiet response. Surprised, I turn to him. “What?” He regards me through hooded, unreadable eyes; “I don’t know exactly how wealthy I am, Amani. I stopped counting the zeros two years ago when I could no longer keep up.” I frown; “but G****e says you’re worth thirty billion dollars in assets.” The words fly past my lips before I can stop myself. Bhyron’s lips curve in a small smile; “you looked me up on G****e.”

To my dismay, I see a bunch of “Cameron black” My God! I am running mad. I fall on my bed and roll on my back. My door swings open and Meg stands in front of it. “Krystal, um…There's an opportunity for writers online like… " "Not interested! It's all those massive companies, , and they are looking for writers to dope…steal from. I am…" "It's some sort of empowerment for small writers, and it's Cameron Black, a well-known Business Tycoon, investor…!"

She muttered as she stormed out of the room. Chris let out another heavy sigh. He didn't even care about her leaving. She would go back to him anyway because he was rich. But Cara... That was the problem with her wasn't it? She was with a richer guy so chances of her going back to him was very low. How could he make his name known farther and wider than the Armani already were? There was quite a list in front of him if he was going to achieve that goal. His family were billionaires, wealthy people. But in comparison, he had about two billion dollars while the poorest of Romeo's friends had about forty billion.

Surely, I would have been able to relate more to that. But if that is my scene, it isn't Harlan's; the individuals before me are probably all respectable and accomplished authors, and if they weren't rich before they'd found their success, then they are definitely rich now. As diamond jewellery flashes in every crevice of my vision, it becomes increasingly clear that the writers in this room are no longer students or up-and-coming professionals like myself. I am years behind these people. Harlan's voice sounds from just behind my ear.