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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 · 15.8K 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

Money is Just a Number

Book 1 of the Little Books Series. Alex, an eighteen-year-old high school senior, has spent his life enduring mistreatment and shame at the hands of his aunt and her family. Despite it all, he’s determined to make a name for himself—no matter what it takes. But just after finishing his final exams, his world shatters: his aunt kicks him out, leaving him homeless, penniless, and with nowhere to go. In the depths of his despair, a glimmer of hope appears. His uncle, acting in secret, helps him secure a job at a junkyard. It’s far from ideal—but it’s a start. Fate, however, has bigger plans. Out of billions of people on Earth, Alex is randomly selected by a mysterious system created to distribute the forsaken wealth of the gods. Overnight, Alex becomes a millionaire. Now, guided by his assigned AI Assistant, Shelby, Alex must learn how to live like the wealthy—breaking free from his poverty-driven mindset, learning to value himself, and embracing a new way of life. But wealth isn’t without responsibility. The system has tasks. The first one is coming. Can Alex shatter the chains of poverty in time to complete it? And will he uncover the truth about the gods—and the existence of an alternate world that defies everything he thought he knew? One thing’s for sure: money is just a number. And Alex has plenty to spend. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ For those who somehow managed to miss it in the book cover, this is an AI edited book which means, while it was written by me, it was edited by a machine. I wouldn't want anyone calling my work a machine generated book so please, if it isn't your taste, kindly leave now. Besides that, thanks for giving this book a chance, have fun you all!
Red_Purple_Hearts · 2.1K Views
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