Wealthy Writers Novels & Stories

I stated. He creased his eyebrows as if he was confused, pulled a puzzled look. "That's… crazy." "It seems to me like you've always been rich. That means you might not be as experienced as I am," I clarified. Finally, he let go of my arm, wrapped his arms around his chest. "What makes you think I haven't been experienced? Being rich isn't freedom, you know?" Okay. This unnecessary conversation had to end. This wasn't what I had come here for.

Alice's heart raced, contemplating her bold move to offer herself in marriage without meeting her future spouse, only to find herself in a surprisingly favorable situation. 'Isn't that Andrew Kingston, the famed business tycoon? Word has it that even Richie Rich can't tally up the sheer number of businesses he commands. And, as if that's not enough, he's the singular force behind Royman Productions, consistently delivering box office hits. Is he born into wealth, or is there a lucky charm in play?'

"You look so much like your mom but you have your dad's eyes..." And it went on and on. Despite the fact that Nova wasn't used to seeing such a crowd, she couldn't deny the fact that it felt good to be wished a happy birthday from wealthy people. The elites for that matter. Then, a very familiar face approached her. It was Adelaide Carnegie, the wife of Jeffrey Carnegie, Chairman of The Carnegie Incorporation. The Carnegies were among the top 10 richest people in the world. With their family wealth dating back to the 1600s, Jeffrey Carnegie, though he wasn't the pioneer of The Carnegie Incorporation, was a solid heir who took their family wealth to great heights.

So, this is my second book. My second book is one hell of a billionaire romance. *unbelievably screaming* I would never imagine writing a billionaire romance. Because, first of all, my focus is only for fantasy and paranormal and everything in between. But when I started writing billionaire romances, I realized that I should write more of these; that writing this genre is a delight and a challenge. So thank you my dear readers. If you’ve been able to read this part, thank you so much. If you’ve managed to read only a few of my book’s chapters, thank you as well.

“Huh? But I think you can do that. After all, Damon is already rich. You don’t have to work since he could provide you anything that you need. If I were you, I will never let go of him anymore.” I suppressed a sigh. If only I could tell her that Damon and I are just pretending. “Natalie, marrying a wealthy man is not my dream. Being a writer is. I want to be a writer that many people would admire. I want to be a writer that many people would be inspired of. I don’t need a wealthy man who could give me money to go shopping as much as I want, I just want someone who will love me truly. I want someone who will support me to what I want.”

"I’ve been writing things down. A new set of bylaws. Not for a company, but for a family. Rules for how we treat people. How we use our wealth." I opened the book. The first page had only one sentence in Lucian’s elegant, precise handwriting: Wealth is a debt owed to those with nothing; power is a shield for those with no voice. "A new contract," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "The only one I’ll ever ask you to sign," he replied.

He said. "Yeah, her and her mom. I lived there while working on them to survive in this world," "You didn't saw Cassy that time nor search for her?" He asked. "I didn't know where to find her, Mr. Smith, that is why after earning, I built my own business and made sure I became wealthy because I wanted to give everything to Cassy. Why? Because she was in great sorrow when we first met in our world, she shared it with me, but after searching with her I found out that she was a writer! And she became wealthy as well," he said and Mr. Smith got amazed.

He shrugged again. I widened my eyes in realization, "no way, you are a singer?" "Well, a rapper, ten million followers on social media but you know, no big deal." He chuckled. "What the fuck? Oh my gosh, what about Five and Jay, those guys some celebrities too?" I had just met two famous people and I hadn't even realized it. "Nah, Five's Anthony's brother, you won't hear much from him, barely speaks. Jay on the other hand, he's a model but he keeps it low key. That bastard is top ten most paid models in the world right now." He told me.

“As opposed to vieux riche. Newly rich, and lacking the sophisticated familiarity of inherited wealth, as with the ‘old monied’ gentry.” “That’s a bit pretentious, isn’t it?” Andrew glances my direction. “It is. On board this craft, even more so.” “Why?” “None of them are remotely vieux riche. Daniel Prince might be the closest—he and my father were financiers during the westward boom in the late 1800s and profited greatly during the first world war.” With an impertinently arched brow to Mrs. James, Andrew empties his tumbler, setting it down with a deliberately loud clunk on the table between our chairs before continuing.

"But, I am not sure you are going to be lucky this time. I mean, we are talking of the largest magazine on earth when it comes to detailing wealth. If they feel you are unworthy to grace their list, why waste your time trying to convince them that you are indeed worthy and that you made all your money from hard work? To me, I consider it highly unnecessary to persuade people to give you some level of acknowledgments when they are truly aware that you deserve it." Mr. Matthew thought about Clementine’s words for a while then bit his lips. "I think you are right about what you just said. I know I am a billionaire. It is left for them to figure out if I am really a billionaire or not.