Benn Beckman Bounty Novels & Stories

Bounty says, and the two of them walked out of the house, “have I ever offended you?“ Bounty inquired, “No, and why did you ask such a question?“ Angela asked, “Why did you give me a broke nigga and gave loaded nigga to my friends?“ Bounty asked, “am not in charge of allocation,” Angela says, “and trying to be contented with anything that comes to your ways,” Angela says, “and why did you do that to me?“ Bounty says, “I didn't do it but the consultant allocated Jack to you and the guy is fully loaded, and wealthy” Angela says, “manage him,” Angela says,

Underground storage in this region usually meant one thing: old smuggling tunnels. "Fine," Jack sighed. "We’re reindeer farmers now. But right now, Ben, I need you to transfer twenty million to a blind escrow account." "Who are we paying?" Ben asked, his fingers hovering over the keys. Jack pulled up a satellite map on the main screen. He zoomed in on a red dot moving slowly across the Alaskan highway, fifty miles north of them. "I’m putting a bounty out," Jack said. "Not on a person. On a convoy."

“By order of Alpha Desmond, a bounty is placed upon the fugitives who betrayed the new order of the pack!” Mira’s blood ran cold. Becca’s fingers tightened on the basket. “Luna Becca, Lady-in-waiting Mira, Beta Max, and the former Alpha, Eugene.” The guard’s gaze swept over the faces in the crowd. “Any wolf who provides information leading to their capture will be rewarded handsomely in gold and favor.” Gasps rippled through the market. Some looked afraid, others intrigued. The promise of gold was tempting, too tempting. Becca grabbed Mira arm, whispering urgently.

He opened it and drunk from it directly, ignoring the angry man on his front. "Huh! You are bounty hunters, right? Young bounty hunters who want to play around the globe. Doing fancy magic shows? Running out wild to earn what? Money? Fame? Build a name? Hah! You don't know me kiddos. I know you're just little cutie novices who will run away from me with your tails on your asses. I am a big name y'know that? My Master will never forgive you if you lay a hand on me. Wait, you already hurt me. Okay, just pay me and I'll think that nothing from this moment happe--"

Mane spoke, and a few professors chuckled. “Young Supreme, the bounty put on you was an unordinary one. A universal bounty is exactly what it sounds like: it is a bounty that has a reward so attractive that everyone in the universe – everyone without proper morals of course – would be interested in claiming it. That isn’t enough though. The reward for the bounty has to be offered to the Bounty Hunter Association in advance so that once the mission is completed, and the details verified, the reward can be given.” A professor from King’s Crown Academy patiently explained, and his words enlightened Mane.

King said, still trying to change my mind. But it was already made up. “It’s not just her,” King said. Not to me but to Bejamin. “What?” he replied. “It’s not Lucille you’re banking on to keep you safe. It’s something else or someone.” Benjamin said nothing but had a bright smile. The two men had a stare down for a moment. “You’re wrong,” Benjamin finally said. The way he said it made me pause. “You know I’m not. The money for a bounty… you don’t have it. Someone else must have funded it. Who is this person?” he said.

His eyes pop when he sees the alias given to him, "Grey Hair Serious Sword Guy? Who even writes these things?" Bill burst out laughing as he sees his bounty, "A jump of two hundred thousand from one hundred and fifty thousand. How does that feel Tim? I'm now worth fifty thousand more than you." "I'm happy for you", Tim says with a kind smile. Bill drops on his knees, "No! You're supposed to be distraught, I finally surpassed you." On his bounty he sees the name, Malicious Head Breaker. "The hell!" He snaps. Tommick looks at his bounty. He runs his hand down his golden hair and says. "Stylish Golden Hottie With An Attitude. Two hundred and eighty thousand from one hundred thousand? How stylis

Aspen snapped, "And you didn't think to tell me? Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is for you right now?" Andrew chuckled lightly. "You're being too paranoid. It's not that serious." Aspen shouted, "You're too careless! You won't even know what hit you if you're not careful! Kenny and Sherilyn, together with the Goldings, already issued a family vendetta. That bounty's live, and it's for 300 million dollars, Andrew. That's enough to turn every mercenary, thug, and assassin into your enemy." Before Andrew could respond, Aspen continued, "Just sit tight. Find somewhere quiet to hide, and send me your location. I'm coming to get you."

All killers would have no doubts at all after the intermediary had released the news of the bounty as they usually had very high prestige and influence in the underground world. Moreover, being an intermediary was not as simple as being a broker for the deal. Sometimes when the bounty was this big, it could easily lead to many people vying for it. In the end, it might even lead to disputes because it was simply impossible to determine who was the real winner. At this time, the intermediary would also need to come forward and make an objective judgment to determine the true owner of the bounty. Shawn called the intermediary immediately and switched to speakerphone in front of Charlie and the

The noise inside the filthy basement was soon disturbed by the simultaneous buzzing of phones as a name popped up at the top of the list. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A new bounty was posted, and it was for $100,000,000. It's for capturing a guy named Marcus Fitz whose photo from the tabloid decades ago was published and under his name was the title "the Headmaster of the Black Order." Depending on rank $10,000 - $50,000 for every member of the Black Order's head. The last known location is California. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Audible gasps filled the room as the silence set in. Soon they start smirking. All the bounty hunters cheered in glee. A huge amount of money for a person everyone hates is a deal