Bill Cipher Cute Novels & Stories

Kyla sighed, taking a deep breath as she checked her account balance. Balance $10,000 She ran a hand through her hair, leaning against the wall outside her sister's room, and began to cry softly. She couldn't hold back the tears. She couldn't call her parents or Reece for help either. How was she going to get out of this mess? After a while, with swollen red eyes and a runny nose, she rummaged through her bag for a handkerchief, her hand brushing past her purse.

He winked while grinning at me. I giggled. “I’ll accompany you, but ....” “But what?” “It depends on the payment,” I said while giggling again. “Okay, how much?” “In the area, there are some great bakeries and ice cream parlors. Don’t forget to treat me there.” “Ah, a treat.” He snapped his fingers. “It’s easy! Yes, madam!” Madam? If it’s yours, I didn’t mind. My face blushed immediately when I thought about it.

“ Do we have a deal? Brianna asks the driver and the driver nods his head and they shake hands. “ Your account number? Brianna says . “ My account number? Are you paying the 8M now? He asked. “No, part payment of the deal to show you that I mean business “ she says and the driver smiles and quickly called the account number for her and not long his cellphone beeps and it was a message from Brianna and it was an alert of two million naira.

As she descended the steps, she questioned. I was surprised by her statements and could tell she was being very bitçhy. She let down a quick gulp when I gave her a lethal look. "What is happening here?" The silence was cut by Celine's voice like a razor. “What is the bitçh doing in this place? I require a dam.” The weird woman interrupted me and said, “My name is Tina. Please be mindful of your language.” “For everything I have in the world, I fucking don't care about your name,” I grinned and turned to face her. “Nevertheless, it's a lovely name for a useless woman like you.” She recoiled as I yelled in her face.

" She asked in shock. The cashier looked at her and raised an eyebrow when she saw how she was acting. She thought they had hit the jackpot today since they would get a bonus. They also thought Emily Nicholaz was a rich young lady because of the way she was behaving and how she ordered the food, but now they see how she acted when she heard the bill. "How come the money is that much?" Emily Nicholaz asked with a frown. Ma, the coffee is 90,000; the food you eat is almost 50 thousand dollars too," The cashier explained.

He simply reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it into the air. I looked down. The green paper floated lazily until it landed on my polished mahogany desk. One dollar. A single, wrinkled one-dollar bill. I stared at it, then looked back at the billionaire lounging on my couch. “Are you serious?” I scoffed, picking up the bill. “You’re treating me like a hobo on the street? One dollar?”

She said in a nonchalant tone. "Some billionaire?? Claire, you don't even know the owner??" Claire shrugged her shoulders. "It's one of the best in Seattle." "And did you know that?" "Internet." She avoided my gaze. "Tell me the owner's name, receipts. I need something." "Fine." Her voice was a bit annoyed. "It's owned by a billionaire that doesn't want his name on paper." "Can you do anything right?" I placed my hands on my face. "Did anything happen? Are there people we should be scared of?"

It's late afternoon when my brother Billie walks into my room carrying something behind his back. He has a smirk on his face and says, "Guess what I have for you?" Shrugging my shoulders, I ask excitedly "What?" Pulling it from behind his back, he shows me the doll cradled in his arms. Now this isn't just any doll, it's a Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist doll. If you don't know what that is, you need to get your head out of the your butt and look it up.

Her voice was very loud, and the people around looked over to see what would happen. Billy had never been so embarrassed. He said in a low voice, "Sherman!" "Since you have already done it, why do you have to be embarrassed?" "I'm just here to pay the bill. That's all. I don't mean to do anything else." Billy frowned. He hated the gazes of the people around him. Sherman felt it was ridiculous. "She is a mistress. Doesn't she have money or a Social Security card? If she really can't afford the medical expenses, I can help her pay. But why did you come to pay the bill?"

“You know that.” He paced back and forth in the cramped room. Every corner felt as if it were mocking him. The silence made his anger feel even more real. Billy pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant’s number. “Cakra,” he said as soon as the call connected. “Find someone for me.” “Who, Young Master?” “A woman,” Billy replied briefly. “Her name is Thabita Salton.” Cakra paused for a moment. “Description?” Billy smiled faintly, coldly. “Fat. Very easy to recognize. Track her wherever she goes.”