Bank Novels & Stories

I felt as if I had a huge weight taken over my body. I stood up, cleaned myself and toy and I decided to keep them in the drawer. I switched off my mirror lights and crawled to my bed in my cotton night clothes. As soon as my head hit the bed, I fell asleep. --------------------------------------- "Thank you so much for coming" I smile at my customer as they leave with the books. I sit down and look at the computer, I took a sip of my hot chocolate and started working on the credit sheet. I heard someone walk in and I looked up.

Mr Coker asked, "I want to send some money to my mom" Doyin retorted, "That's not a problem", Mr Coker said, "tell me how much do.you like to send to your mom?" he asked, "I don't know your financial strength, but I will give you the bank account number, you make the transaction now" Doyin said, "Give me my phone" Mr Coker said, Doyin gave him the phone, and he made the transaction of two hundred thousand to Doyin's mom bank account, and he said, "done", transaction successful" and he smiles,

I asked Jarren, looking through the bibs. “They’re at the register.” Was his response. I shifted through the bibs before picking one that said, “Mommy’s Little Trouble Maker.” It was purpled with white writing. I was definitely getting it. I placed it in the basket before turning back to the wall. I found one that said, “I’m Cute, Just like My Daddy.” Knowing how true that would be, I laughed before showing it to Jarren.

Sugai suggested. “I didn’t object.” Dash smiled politely. From inside his own jacket, he took out a business card for Sugai. Sugai looked at it and was really surprised. A strange man was a director of a big company. Sugai’s first thoughts flew over his head, Daisy could get a better bargain about the finance in their relationship. Every worry has gone. He absolutely believed in Dash. Before leaving, he said happily to Dash "it's all thanks to you. If there’s a chance, we’ll meet again.” Everything was fine. Sugai took Hana to his car.

He dropped them on the ground and sat on a chair across Lorenzo. Lorenzo looked up and watched as John opened one bag and started counting the money. "Where in the world did you get that?" Lorenzo asked. "Robbed a few banks last night." John replied, shrugging. "I need a new car and a new house and I really did not want to wait until the end of the month for my boss to pay me." Lorenzo shook his head. "John, we have to keep a low profile. The police are still looking for Bonnie." John only nodded as he stacked the cash on Lorenzo's desk.

Hearing my phone bing like twenty times I look to see. "5 missed calls, 2 voice mail,,5 texts !" " What the hell!" I opened my phone, my sisters, my aunt, and uncle and some random number are the cause of all beings from my phone. After reading and hearing the texts and voicemails ." I will call them back later today " Reminding myself. Head back down the stairs to the kitchen to make a quick cup of coffee. After making a cup and a bowl of cereal I checked my emails seeing I had work that need dance to be finished in the next two days. Knowing I'm need a dance studio for this I searched to see there are one thirty minutes from the house but the thing was it was a human territory.

Ricky said pointing towards the two person sitting in the yard. "Your uncle!?" Neal asked surprised. "Hmm.. he's in the circle too. You know, he have connections inside and outside." He explained. "Did you see a Korean guy around here?" Ricky's eyes searched the yards and gate before turning to Neal who shook his head. "No." "Ah...he is probably with Kaiden. His name is Jeong, in charge of our financial records. You already know Bradley, I guess?" Neal nodded his head processing all informations he heard.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

And pinned to the door was a note, written in a child’s messy hand: "THE BANK IS OPEN. BUT WE’RE ONLY TRADING IN STORIES."

his mother said. “I get it, and forgive me for overeacting,” Adam said, and I can sense sarcasm in his voice. He adds, “And I will give you an honest answer. You all know the most well-known business bank in the country that funds businesses, right?” They all nod their heads, especially my parents. “Well, except that you don’t know who the owner is,” he continues, curiosity hanging more in the air with every passing moment. “I am!” “Mh?”