1616 Angel Number Money の小説・ストーリー

“Really?” “Yeah. Thanks to King’s Men, you have new identities, a car registered to those names…” Ace paused, gave them a huge smile. “And thanks to the Fallen Angels treasury, you have a very healthy joint bank account in those names. And by ‘healthy’, I mean you have four-hundred-thousand dollars to get you started in your new lives. Buy a house, start a business, help your Mom back in Kentucky, use it as a safety cushion until you get yourselves together… whatever. Just use it smart, huh?” Too shocked to speak, they just looked at Ace, then turned to stare at each other.

She did not want to owe him any favors. Dimas’ gaze darkened slightly. “Do you need to keep track of everything between you and your young lover? I thought the remaining money was for my engagement gift.” The 8.88 million dollars was still fresh in his memory. Now, it was another eighty million dollars. If he added the sum together, it would be 88.88 million dollars, which was a very auspicious number that would be quite suitable for an engagement gift. Harmonia was dumbfounded and quickly changed the topic, “I wonder if you can help me with this favor, Mr. Martinez?”

Angel broke in and said “No, I don’t need more money. Jesus I’ve been practically giving away what I’ve got.” Which Garrett laughed at and then said “I hear tell that two brothers who own a stockyard are half-way in love with you now. Did you really show up and buy one of their workers a ranch, and then buy him a hundred head of cattle for the ranch?” Angel sighed and replied, “It’s more complicated than that, but technically I also gave them a million dollars.” Ethan who had just taken a swig of his beer began to choke and cough. He asked, “You gave someone a million dollars?” Angel looked around at them as if they were aliens and said, “Technically if you want to get specific about it, it

A chorus of disappointed aw’s arose…followed by the sound of shattering glass and heavy thumps that no one but AJ seemed to notice. Darby scarcely raised her head when Glenda placed a fresh twenty between her tight lips. Mr. Angel did his bump and grind routine, taking extra time working the crowd since it didn’t appear Darby was much of a sport. Lord. Was this almost over? Darby’s half-hearted attempt to insert the money in his belly button fell short and the bill hit the ground. Mr. Angel scooped it up. Where was he putting that cash? Wasn’t like he had pockets.

On the other, she wouldn’t dare take money from means that she isn’t supposed to, especially when she has a special reason to be here, her mission, she can’t quit. Her brother’s justice depends on it. “I’m sorry, but I won’t write a single number on it.” Crystal finally replied after moments of thought, she lightly pushed the pen and the empty cheque back towards Angelica’s side on the table, Crystal’s expression showed the same seriousness that Angelica possessed. “What? You think I can’t offer you as much as you could dream of?” Angelica questioned, slightly confused since didn’t Carmilla needed money in the first place? That’s her intention of being here, right?

his voice sounded deep as he replied, "if you need money next time, you can withdraw some from the bank, and you don't have to let me know. Also, don't worry, you won't make me bankrupt." Her smile was plastered on her face. Nevertheless, when she repeated the numbers in her head again, she felt a chill. ‘001225, 1225, isn't that Raine's birthday?' she thought.

On hearing there might still be a chance, Angel quickly nodded profusely, "Fifty thousand dollars! I can pay fifty thousand dollars for this bet." Charles stared at her coldly, "Fifty thousand dollars?" Angel almost burst into tears. She quickly opened her bag. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Young Master Smith, I really don't have much money left. My father just had surgery. He's still in the hospital. He needs chemotherapy, medicine, and other medical care..." "Alright!" Maria’s eyes had turned red at some point. She opened her bag, pulled out the bank card that Angel had given her earlier. She squatted down to place the card in Angel's hand.

“Well, I’m sorry, brother, but I don’t think like that. I believe in giving people exactly what they give us. An eye for an eye.” Angelo lets out a tired sigh and reaches into his bag. He pulls out a thick envelope and tosses it across the table. I catch it midair. “What’s this?” I ask, already flipping it open. “Open it.” I do. My fingers separate the paper flap and reveal stacks of cash—banded neatly, too many bills to count quickly. I stare at it for a beat, caught off guard. “How the hell did you get this?” “Adrian.” I look up sharply. “Who’s that?”

Yuda nodded and said, "The same as before." "Alright. Two hundred billion on number nine." Sean casually pushed all of his chips forward. Crazy! He chose number nine again. Did he not know any number besides nine? Everyone was shocked. They thought Sean had gone mad. Losing two hundred billion earlier must have made him obsessed with the number nine. "I'll give you one more chance. You can change your number," Yuda said generously. "I trust my instincts," Sean replied calmly. "Very well. Then I'll open it," the dealer laughed before lifting the shaker.

"N-no, that was actually a joke," I backtrack hard as hell, "Just the money, then?" "Trust me, I'm getting some money out of you," he lets out, smiling like a villain, "But not directly. I think we can squeeze a lot more than one mil out of Angelou." So, this is it then? I'll just fucking die here? After that fight with my dad and before he gets the chance to apologize for calling me immature? Seriously, God, you hate me that fucking much?