Atm Novels & Stories

She loved him, but leaving was the best thing for her and their child right now. Jade made her way inside the store, pausing to survey the man sitting behind the counter who was scratching off lottery tickets. He glanced up at her as she walked towards him. "You gotta ATM here?" Jade questioned, her voice rushed. He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, "At the back, by the restrooms."

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I prefer to bring enough cash whenever I go. Also, not all ATMs are functional 27/7. Most of them lose money immediately especially on the payday of the workers. The barista came back and she gave the receipt to Lou. “thank you, sir! We will serve your order at your table. Good luck!” the barista said and she smiled at us. Huh? Good luck? “What does she mean about the good luck?” I asked Lou cluelessly.

Barely enough for food to get us through the night. We walked to the nearest ATM, and I stood in front of it staring at the glowing screen like it was a portal to another dimension. Behind that glass and plastic lay access to millions of dollars—my accounts, my money, my life’s work. I could withdraw thousands right now. We could get a decent hotel with clean sheets, buy real food that wasn't wrapped in plastic, and rest for the first time in days. My hand reached for my wallet, fingers brushing the cool plastic of the card I hadn't used in almost a week.

She secretly hoped that it had not been withdrawn. Tyron knows the ATM that contains her savings from when he was a student, as well as the PIN code, so she won't be surprised if it's empty. However, Tyron doesn't know about the ATM card given to her by her parents, as she hasn't mentioned it to him. The ATM card is also hidden in a secret compartment inside her wallet, so the man may not have discovered it.

We spent almost an hour on the ground floor of the mall looking for it until I decided to go looking for the ATM. “Hey I’ll go look for the ATM and meet you back here alright?” “Alright, Darling.” I walk to the entrance of the store and stop at the counter where a sales attendant is seated. “Hello, do you mind telling me where the ATMs are?” “Hi. Sure. They’re on the top floor so you’ll have to take the elevator.” He says. “Oh. Thank you so much. Where are the elevators?” “Just straight ahead.” “Alright. Thanks again.”

Am I allowed to be mesmerized or amazed by her abilities this time? Wake up, Rena! He's only paying for your body. I slapped my cheeks repeatedly, emphasizing that women like me are forbidden to hope that everything will be fine. Another message from Satya gave me a clue about my location. It was only then that I realized why Satya had dropped me off here. The row of old shops on the left side of the street had an ATM service. "He gave you permission to use this, right?" I held up the card in my hand and ran inside to reach the machine labeled with the same symbol on the corner of the card.

The ATM screen stared back at me like it was personally offended. UNABLE TO PROCESS REQUEST. PLEASE CONTACT YOUR FINANCIAL INSTITUTION. "What the fuck?" I jabbed the button again, harder this time, as if that might change anything. Same message. I tried another transaction—just checking my balance. Maybe the machine was glitching. ACCOUNT ACCESS RESTRICTED. PLEASE CONTACT YOUR FINANCIAL INSTITUTION. A cold feeling spread through my chest. I knew exactly what this meant. Or rather, who.

a girl asked, blushing. Julian was stone-faced, even giving off a whiff of murderous intent. "No numbers, no chit-chat. Scan to pay. You blind? Read the sign." Any other time, a customer would have thrown a fit right there. But this time, those girls actually clapped their hands over their mouths in excitement. "Oh my god! He's so bossy, so cold! I'm obsessed!" I sat in the back raking in so much cash my hands went numb. This was a walking, human-shaped ATM!

Ann sat quietly at the wooden table in the small country home, staring down at the old flip phone in her hand. Her fingers traced the edges of the device as the weight of the conversation she had just had with Evelyn lingered heavily in her mind. The night was silent, save for the occasional crackling of the fire burning in the hearth beside her. It was a comforting sound, but tonight, nothing could ease the turmoil that had settled deep in her chest.