Bill Cipher Cute Novels & Stories

I should not be here staring at the faces of four very handsome, deadly, billlnaires. Grandma cleared her throat, Royan grinned, I averted my gaze focusing on grandma. "The billonaire award party, you know as usual how it is" "Who won, is it the usual? Royan asked. " Yes, Eth won the trophy again" "I knew it" Royan's eyes danced with amusement. Ethan's face was blank as usual, Maxton chuckled, raising his hands. I could see the outline of his tattoo, "Congrats Ethan" he smiled.

At twenty-four, he was two years my junior, but he possessed a terrifying, precocious intellect that had already swallowed three of our mid-sized competitors. ​He wasn't a bottom-feeder like Lucas. He was a shark. ​"Ms. Smith, the gala committee for the Museum of Contemporary Art has confirmed your table," Rachel’s voice came through the evening silence of my home. "And ... a courier just arrived. He insisted this be delivered to you personally. Not to the office." ​I frowned, setting down my glass of vintage Bordeaux. "Bring it up." ​A minute later, I was holding a small, heavy box wrapped in matte black paper. No ribbon. No card on the outside. Inside, resting on a bed of charcoal silk, wa

Knights' daughter either. “Hey, pretty ladies,” Bill says, capturing our attention. He's wearing black dress pants with a white shirt tucked in, and his Armani belt is shining. His dreads are pulled into a man bun. “Took you long, godfather.” He nods. “I had to get rid of my men and all that. Did I miss anything?” “No, just about to start.”

I wait until most of the office has cleared out before I knock on the frosted glass. “Come in.” He’s at his desk, jacket off, reading glasses on—I didn’t even know he wore glasses, and it does something unfair to my composure—and he looks up when I enter, surprise flickering across his face at the sight of the box in my hands. “Happy birthday,” I say, setting the cake carefully on the edge of his desk, suddenly feeling stupid. Who bakes their billionaire boss a cake? “I know it’s not much, and you probably have a hundred people sending you things today, so it’s fine if—”

Chelsea Bill's gaze darted around the room, ensuring they were alone. "How did you...?" Bill's voice trailed off, his eyes locked on Ethel. Ethel's gaze snapped to his, her eyes glinting with triumph. Her voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "What I mean is, I have a video of you fucking yourself with a 10-inch dildo, wearing a pig costume and rubbing yourself on a desk." Chelsea's jaw dropped, shocked. "I thought he'd just hit his ass with a paddle in a pig costume while oinking," Chelsea whispered.

I wondered He turns back to the cashier. I was motioned to the second cue. The lady checked my stuff and then calculated it. The next thing I know, she went back to the other side where the older lady of earlier was standing with her husband. She told them something and came back to her seat. I was confused about the whole drama. What are they whispering about? " how much is my bill!" I asked while I bring out my debit card from my purse. She smiled at me "It's in the house "

However, there will always be some individual who thinks that because of the eventful evening that I have had for them, I will automatically fall for their charms and give up this lifestyle I have built. This gathering has sparked some interest in me though. From what I've heard from Lucas, who is my cousin with the same tendencies with women, that it is for Mason Miller and Michelle Miller's second daughter who is supposed to be extremely beautiful and intelligent. However, it does make me question how intelligent she is since from what I can remember her cousin is Naomi and she is nothing but intelligent. She is the definition of one of those girls who doesn't understand the meaning of any

Now, I'm certain my whole face is on fire. “Brooklyn,” Billie calls out in surprise. I see her eyes flicker to Landon with an ‘I told you so’ look. Before resting back on me. “Wow, you look good.” She says, pulling me into a hug. Billie is dressed in a white flowery sundress that hugs her upper body before flowing down in swirls. Her usually tight bun is released and cascading down her back. “And you look like an angel.” I look at Logan, “do me a favor? Never let her put her hair back up.”

I was nervous, for fear he might ask about what happened outside the house just now. “Just Bill. Call me by my name, Cherry." He gestured me over. "I got a gift for you.” “A gift?” My feeling turned surprised from being nervous. Bill opened a drawer on his office desk, and then handed me a folder. Silence fell between us as my eyes landed on the document. “Cherry Apparel...H-How do you know that I used to...?” I stuttered in disbelief. "I just know. Remember I told you that I can find out whatever I want to know?" Two charming dipples appeared on Bill's face. "It'll be Lune's loss if I leave your design talents idle."

I joke, shaking my head. “I just happen to know how the world works.” She shrugs dramatically. “Now where's my money please?” Brie snorts as she pulls out a folded bill from her shiny golden purse. “Here,” she slips the money into Cupcake’s hand. “And don’t spend it all on candy.”