Above Ten Thousand People Novels & Stories

With his current status, every move he made would cause a big stir in the city. That was also the main reason he insisted that I propose to him 99 times. Each time he failed to show up at my proposal would turn into fodder for gossip. In the end, I was reduced to a laughingstock. News of the trending searches online filled my feed. "Shocking News! Tycoon Julian Lawson Left Waiting in Vain for His Fiancee at the City Hall. Has He Been Stood Up?" one headline read. "Julian Lawson's Missing Bride-to-Be Sparks Citywide Frenzy!" another wrote.

"Ten thousand." "Ten thousand and twelve as of today." Ten thousand women. Helped. Supported. Given resources, advocacy, housing assistance, legal support, community, safety. Ten thousand people who'd walked through the foundation's doors or called the hotline or been referred by partner organizations. Starting from one woman who'd discovered her husband was a bigamist and had decided that her pain should mean something beyond itself. "Ten thousand," I said again. "I wanted you to be the first person I told."

Kieran's expression changed. The smile disappeared. His shoulders lowered. "Seven hundred." Adrian froze. The number hit harder than expected. Seven hundred people who would never return home. Cassian lowered his head. His jaw tightened. "On our side?" Kieran nodded. "Approximately three thousand on theirs." No one spoke. Outside the tent the sounds of celebration continued. But inside the tent those sounds felt distant. Adrian stared at the blankets covering his legs. Seven hundreds. The number repeated endlessly inside his mind.

"The cost isn't the issue—it's the ashes! If anyone dared to touch my mother’s remains, I would reach a breaking point. Forget a wrench; I'd be showing up with a gas tank!" "To be perfectly clear, we are talking about harassment, property damage, and unlawful entry. These are major offenses. Retain all your proof and file a counter-suit!" The tone in the residents' group began to shift. "Did you guys see that video?" "Yeah. 601 really picked the wrong person this time." "I know that family. They drove someone else out before." "Their son’s a known troublemaker." "They had it coming. I’ve said for years they go too far."

Then. “So…” I glanced up. “How's the festival?” My fork stopped. “Excuse me?” “The festival.” Emilio took a sip of wine. “Everything ready?” I studied him suspiciously. “Yes.” “How many people are expected?” “Over seventy thousand across both days.” His brows lifted. “That many?” I nodded. “And that's excluding staff, performers, vendors and media.” “Jesus.” I smiled despite myself. “Exactly.” “What about those different sections from the promotional video?”

In no time, the atmosphere became rather lively. As Ferland was navigating the airship, Severin decided to ask several questions about the sacred lake. He did not want to arrive there without knowing what to expect. He gestured respectfully toward Ferland and asked, "Sir, may I ask if you know how many people will be entering the lake at this time?" Ferland placed his left hand on his back while stroking his beard with his right hand. "Not many. Tens of thousands from Southsky, I believe." Wuhlricht and the others were rather taken aback when they heard that. "Tens of thousands?!"

, screams another. How are there so many people who think that this is okay? Where do they all come from? The voices keep coming, one after another. 20,000. 25,000. 30,000. Then the bids start to come more slowly. Suddenly, a new voice calls out, breaking the bidding sequence. "300,000."

10 million: Chapter: 6 Kent Mia’s is this place near the campus where everyone like to grab a bite. But I didn’t expect it to be EVERYONE. “Hi, Vicky! It’s really you?” Another acquaintance drops by our table to greet her. Jesus, this is the sixth time this evening. “OMG, Mark! You are in town?” This time Ms Irwin gets really excited that she almost jumps.

I repeated, my voice sharp. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Men. They never stop flocking to her. She's got a hefty supply of loyal lovers. If you clear them out first, you might just see the real her." I exhaled slowly. "How many people are we talking here?" "Roughly a hundred," Jared said, his voice calm but certain. "From romantic relationships to business connections. Some even come from surrounding towns." I clicked my tongue. "That's a lot of protection," I muttered, my mind already putting the pieces together. "But it shouldn't be a problem. I just have to take out a hundred people, right?"

I asked him. He looked at me as if he wasn't sure what to say- the truth or not. “Yes, it has but my people say it hasn't really taken off. He's waiting for so many people to join it." I had to know, “How many people are there now" He looked hesitant, taking a moment before he answered me, “Two million" I felt my heart stop for a moment, it felt like a knife going through me. Two million was more than enough to destroy my reputation, my father's and even his and somehow he was still waiting for me? I shook my head, “How could he"