A Yuan Novels & Stories

00Yuri returned the price and said, "Fifteen yuan." 00The hawker looked up and down at Shen Jianchuan, who was next to Yuri, and said with a smile, "Miss, the man beside you doesn't seem to be short of money. I've lost 15 yuan. Don't bargain." 00Yuri said, "It's fine if he doesn't sell it. I'll go take a look at the other house."

Yi asked, even Su Yeon looked at him. Chen replied, “The balance 100 million dollar transaction… the land cost 300 million and we had only 200 million left from the budget Second brother had given her.” Yi was astonished, “100 million! how did you manage it?” Chen looked at Su Yeon, who silently placed the credit card on the table.

It hurt even when he gasped. After the meal, Jian Jianan realized that she had eaten a full 50,000 yuan’s worth of Ye Xiao’s money. Hmph, nobody told him to be so cocky. He was lucky it was only 50,000 yuan! For Ye Xiao, 50,000 yuan was equivalent to plucking one hair from nine bulls. If Jian Jianan wanted it, he would not bat an eye to spend 500,000,000 yuan. When the two of them walked out of the private room, Jian Jianan stretched her waist lazily in a very unladylike manner. It felt good to have eaten her fill.

Xiao Ziqi was stunned. "Yiran!" When Xiao Ziyi saw her brother, she immediately went forward and complained, "Brother, you have no idea how shameless Ling Yiran was just now. She asked me to buy her a dress worth 4.8 million yuan. She doesn't realize that even she isn't fit to wear such a dress!"

Daxin grabbed her lower palate bone and sneered, "Do you think you can get rid of me with these eight million?" Shuxuan continued to laugh, "I still owe you 8,710,000 now. If I pay you back, I won't owe you anymore. Why can't I get rid of you?" "Just based on what you did for me, do you think you are qualified to take away 8,000,000 from me?"

"Ok, wait, let's just ask the salesgirls around here." She nodded her head. "Ok." "Hey," he called to the salesgirl few feet away from them. "Hello...yes hi...please what's the price of this dress?" "Uh... Fifteen, ninety nine," she said. Jason and Amanda stared at each other in amazement. "What?" Jason exclaimed happily. "Sixty dollars?" "This is great!" Amanda agreed. "No no," The salesgirl shook her head and gave a small laugh. "Fifteen ninety nine, by that I mean, one thousand five hundred and ninety dollars." She told them wiping the happy smiles on their face.

Qin Yuer said, linking her arms with Zhao Sean's. "I refuse to do so. By the way, A–Yue will contact you afterward, you get to choose ten items and ten items only," Zhao Sean said, already feeling suffocated. He tried to remove Qin Yuer's arm that was linked with his as inconspicuous as possible. "Awe, you meanie! How about twenty?" Qin Yuer pouted, trying to be cute but to no avail. "Ten, that's final. End of conversation." Zhao Sean said.

This was the arena of reckoning—the ancient trial where bloodlines were tested, bonds broken or affirmed, and destinies rewritten. Luna’s gown, spun from the threads of the Moonweaver’s blessing, shimmered like water under starlight. Her eyes—now golden with awakened Luna power—locked with Kael’s burning blue gaze. Power pulsed between them, invisible yet electric, thick with yearning, tension, and the unspoken weight of everything they’d endured.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

“I can do it. But it’s going to cost more than double.” Evelyn’s jaw clenched. She hated being in a position where she had to negotiate, but this was too important to let slip. “Fine. Triple. But I want results, Anton. No mistakes.” “You’ll have them,” Anton replied smoothly. “I’ll start right away.”