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Giving Away Money

Mister Money: Inheritance and Love

At Houston University's elite campus in Mayfair City, two worlds collide through the lives of Gerald Martinez and Danny Blackwood. Gerald, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, navigates the marble halls in his thrift store clothes while his dark curls frame a face hardened by necessity. His worn sneakers echo differently against the polished floors than the Italian leather of his classmates. Danny Blackwood represents everything Gerald isn't—trust fund privilege wrapped in designer suits, a Patek Philippe gleaming on his wrist as he slides into his Lamborghini. The heir to a financial empire, Danny moves through university life with the casual arrogance of someone who's never known want. The catalyst for their collision is Xavier Chen, Gerald's former girlfriend who traded love for luxury when she realized Gerald's potential couldn't match her appetite for Hermès bags and Christian Louboutin heels. Now draped on Danny's arm, she's everything Gerald lost and everything Danny effortlessly possesses. Caught between them stands Naomi Ashworth, the conglomerate heiress whose friendship with Gerald puzzles their social circle. While Alice Montgomery, the school's untouchable beauty goddess, watches from her pedestal alongside Danny's inner circle—Yuri and class president Blondie—Gerald finds support in his dormitory under Rick's guidance and his loyal friend Clinton. As tensions escalate between the dormitories—Rick's working-class fortress and Ivar's white-haired kingdom of privilege—the university becomes a battleground where relationships fracture along lines of wealth, loyalty, and ambition. In Mayfair City's first-class restaurants and boutiques, every interaction carries the weight of class warfare disguised as college drama.
Xoxo_2025 · 16.6K Views

Pretending To Be Six (And Getting Away With It)

TITLE: Pretending To Be Six (And Getting Away With It) SUBTITLE: The Dokkebi's Exhausting Little Treasure. SYNOPSIS: Originally, She was Seraphina Shade, branded the immortal lady of shadow and gloom. Believed to be born from the shadow mother, and as a darkness incarnate and outcast, she was banished lastly by the divine Heavenly Academy, after being banned from four academies yet. While the world adored her brother, the radiant Elias Nore, praised for his virtue and light. She believed it too, she believed that maybe she was actually what they said she was and not meant to be loved. Until she was bullied across the world’s border gate and into the forbidden lands of the Monster Realm. There, she sealed herself inside the body form of a mind-reading six-year-old child who no one could reject. After all, who would dare hate a little girl? A curse-bound Dokkebi, sworn never to do good, found her. He saved her. And adopted her for some strange, PERSONAL reasons. The whole of the monsters in her new academy and outside believed she was full of goodness. She was accepted, celebrated, and even adored. > “She’s such a great child!” > “She’s a music prodigy!” > “She’s hope for monsterkind!” Only she wasn’t. She was IMMORTAL ! She was PRETENDING !! She was DANGEROUS !!! She was NOT SIX !!!! And her name… wasn’t Rose!!!!!!! *** Principal of Mount Spirit Academy: “Little Rose was born to bring light to monsters. She will be our star to the outside world.” Red Dragon Music Master: “She drums on bones and sings ancient runes. She’ll be our first female Music Maker.” Nine-Tailed Fox Instructor: “She’s six. Let her eat more peaches before ruling the world.” The Dokkebi, silently fuming in his head: “Why are they all making plans? She’s my little treasure, I found her. I’ll just wait for her to grow up... and then she’ll be the Dokkebi's bride.” Rose/Seraphina, who just read his mind: “….” # # # # In Every Dark, There's a Bit Of Light; And In Every Light, There's A Little Of Dark. ~Eum-Yang (Yin-Yang) Shadow-Sun
LindaLight · 7.1K Views

Extra's Money System: Money from Distrust, Skills from Lies

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”
Gompank · 1.6K Views
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