911 Fanfiction Buck Transfer Novels & Stories

"Agreed?" "Agreed," he says. Then: "How do I know you'll actually—" "Because I told you I would," I say. "And I don't say things I don't mean." I pull my phone from my pocket. "Account number." ✦ ✦ ✦ He gives her the account number. She transfers the money from a phone in a basement in Brooklyn at eleven at night like she's paying a utility bill — no hesitation, no theater, just the transaction executed and confirmed and the phone back in her pocket.

"Then leave." Adrian turned around and placed the file on the table. "Read it." Elena hesitated before stepping forward. As she scanned the document, her breath caught. The bank transfer. The real transfer. The transfer order from Lucas. And Lucas’s signature at the bottom. Elena’s hands trembled. "This proves it," Adrian said. His voice was low, pained. "You never betrayed me." Elena looked up at him, her eyes filled with emotions too complicated to name.

The silence on his end was the silence of a man doing math he hated. Behind him, I heard Sable's voice spike upward, saying something about the money, and then Caden's voice dropping very low and very hard in response — not now — and then silence again. My phone buzzed. Transfer notification. Fifty million, cleared immediately. I looked at the number and felt something settle in my chest. Not satisfaction exactly. More like the feeling of a structure clicking into alignment — like a door that had always been stuck finally opening because you finally thought to push it from the right angle.

00 transfer successful’ ‘Recipient: Rebecca Bernardo’ I exhaled through my nose. “The transfer will reach your account in under five minutes. Her phone buzzed a moment later, and she confirmed the transaction. I stood up just then, ready to walk her out, but she surprised me by rushing forward to hug me. I stilled, but let her. Maybe she needed it. She stayed like that, making me so uncomfortable. “Okay, it’s alright.” I said, slightly pulling her away from my body.

“They’re asking for another deposit tomorrow. The experimental protocol isn’t fully covered.” Nora squeezes my shoulder once, firm. “We’ll figure it out. You always do.” I look up at her. Nora Bennett, night-shift warrior, the only person who knows exactly how deep the hole is and still looks at me like I’m not drowning. “I made the transfer tonight,” I say quietly. “From the… account.” Her eyes flicker. She doesn’t ask which account. She doesn’t have to. She just nods once. “You’re doing what you have to,” she murmurs. “No judgment here. Ever.”

I pull up the transfer screen. Roko has a lot of credits. I look at the number for a moment. I look at it for slightly longer than a moment. Then I type in seventy. Exactly seventy. I hold my breath and hit confirm before the other part of my brain can make a compelling counterargument. The transfer goes through. I stare at the remaining balance on his account. It's right there. It would be so easy. He's already on the floor, he doesn't even know who I am, and the number is just sitting there, completely undefended—

He stammered, “It’s a misunderstanding! It’s just a misunderstanding! “Mr. Black, hear me out! My wife’s the one who did the transfer last night. Her eyesight is bad; that’s why she missed out on a couple of zeros!” In order to clear his name, John threw Rory under the bus. Rory’s eyes widened and was about to defend herself, but John glared at her and pinched her forcefully. She felt pain and had no choice but to reinforce John’s lie. “That’s right! My eyesight’s bad; that’s why I missed out on a couple of zeros! I initially wanted to transfer a hundred thousand dollars!” Walter sneered. “Key in fewer zeros? Do you think I’m three years old?”

I deepened the kiss, loving the feeling of him and wanting to keep this going for as long as possible. Before I could respond, I felt him pressing himself into me. I didn’t even realize his pants were off until I felt his cock probing my entrance. I arched my back and let out a loud moan as he filled me to the brink and then some. I dug my nails into the bedsheets as he brought me into a new euphoria. ….. Third Person POV “The money had been transferred. Though it won’t be processed officially until tomorrow. But it should be read by the auction tomorrow,” Beta Ron said as he entered Levi’s office. “And Gavin is on the guest list with a plus one just as you planned.”

He began walking slowly across the white marble floor, his heavy boots making a slow, measured cadence that sounded like a ticking clock counting down to an execution. "We aren't here to drink with you, Julian," Killian stated, his deep baritone stripping every ounce of warmth from the room. Julian blinked, his hand hovering awkwardly over the silver ice bucket. "I... I don't understand. The equity transfer is locked. The network integration is complete. We’re partners now."

Actually, it's three months and some days. I crossed my feet in frustration. Mr Nate was still talking. He spoke about how a mate was supposed to be treated as special and sacred. On second thought I don't blame him. He's scared Gwen was with a playboy like me and I may end up hurting her or not treating her as special and sacred as she deserved. "Sorry Mr Nate, I've to answer this call." "Oh. Please do." I hurried to answer the fake phone call. "Reginald," I said loudly. "I can't hear you."