Bill Cipher Eye Novels & Stories

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

Bobby eyes caught something at the door, a tiny and flat black device stuck to the frame of the door, camouflaging with the black color of the frame. Wow! Wow! Billy exclaimed, his eyes widened as he saw the bug in Bobby’s hand.

Each bill feels like a piece of my soul being catalogued. "All here," he confirms. "Great." I turn toward the door. "See you next month." "Not so fast." I freeze. Owen slides a piece of paper across the table. A bill. With a number that makes my vision blur. Five hundred thousand dollars. "What the hell is this?"

Thalia Zephry’s gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, sharp, and intense. It made my stomach churn uneasily, but thankfully, Billie was there. If Zephry had any intentions that spelled trouble, I was confident Billie would intervene. Still, my muscles tensed under his stare. I dared a quick smile in Billie’s direction, relieved to see her returning it as she rounded Zephry and made her way toward me.

Her voice was a breathless whisper. “Ah! Mary Wilberforce.” His eyes accessed her. He inclined his head. “You don’t look the type.” “I’m sorry what type?” She asked, snatching her hand from his, suddenly alarmed. He straightened, and Mary noticed for the first time how intimidating he was. There was nothing of the handsome charm about him now, only the ruthlessness that made him a billionaire. “You don’t look like you are experienced enough to take care of my grand mother – Fisher sent you in?”

Billy insisted trying to turn her face towards him. “Billy, I’m ok...” This answer bothered Billy so much that he used all his strength to make her lift her head off the pillow and turn her face towards him. But when he saw her eye, red and filled with tears, all his anger disappeared and he immediately hugged her tight.

Richard doesn't waste time on pleasantries. Miller gestures to his left, where the camera pans to show a table covered in stacks of hundred-dollar bills. "One hundred million US dollars, verified by our counting machines and spot-checked manually. All non-sequential bills, mixed dates, and untraceable per your requirements." He picks up a stack, riffles through it in front of the camera. "We're using four cases, twenty-five million per case. Would you like us to count specific stacks on camera?" "I want to see the locking mechanism."

I cut in, walking past him and into my office. He scurried in behind me. “But it’s with the investors..” “I said cancel it.” I dropped my coat, turned on my monitor, and brought up the encrypted server Evelyn’s team had uploaded the surveillance footage to. “And don’t bring me coffee again. Bianca gets it right. You don’t.” Kyle sputtered something behind me, but I wasn’t listening anymore. There they were. Two figures, blurry but visible, entering Biancas building. The hallway cam caught them slipping into the stairwell no hesitation. No confusion. They knew exactly where to go.

It beeps, but the screen reads, “Error.” “Hmm.” She presses a few buttons and tries it again. The message is the same. Letting out a sigh, the cashier, whose name tag reads, “Ever,” grabs the microphone next to her register. “Hey, Billy, I need a price check on some butt cream for this lady up here. Can you let me know how much the extra strength butt cream for anal fissures and hemorrhoids is? Oh, and make it fast. She looks like she’s in a hurry.”

The cursor blinked on the screen, waiting. “Still staring at it like it’s going to bite you?” I looked up. Billy stood by the doorway, coffee mug in hand, eyebrows raised in mild amusement. He had changed into casual clothes—simple jeans, a plain shirt. Nothing flashy. Nothing intimidating. Just… normal. “I think it already has,” I said, exhaling. “Several times.” He chuckled and walked closer, peering at my screen without touching anything. “You’ve been here since early morning.” “I know.”