Bill Cipher Human Novels & Stories

Next, I reach for the stack of cash nestled beside the credit card. With a soft chuckle to myself, I remember the incredulous look on the taxi driver's face when I tried to pay with my own money, only to have him hurl it back at me in disgust, accusing me of trying to pass off fake bills. Hugh’s bills are not only plastic-like in touch, but they’re also dull gray in color and the photos printed on them are starkly different from the currency of my own world.

the nurse replied. Mariana broke down in tears and the nurse hugged her.she was shocked and Happy at the same time,how could someone pay her bill just like that,the money she couldn't earn in years for her sister's treatment was paid by a stranger in a day,a million dollar bill.tears rolled down her cheeks but who was the person that paid her bill?"she asked herself."who paid my bill?"she asked the nurse breaking free from the hug."the person didn't identify"she said."who is this Godsent person?"she asked herself.

Is this Mister Buchi from the oil company? Billy's phone number was considered extremely private information, and thus he automatically assumed that anyone calling was probably someone of great importance. Besides, he had been in contact with Chairman Buchi from the oil company for some business. That was why Billy thought that it was Buchi calling. Wilbur slid on his sunglasses with a smile. "Mister Billy, I'm not Chairman Buchi from the oil company. I'm a collector. I heard that you have a bronze cauldron, and I'd like to purchase it from you. Please name your price."

A billion minds would just present total chaos, and not even the fun kind of chaos—more like bullshit— Whatever we’ve become inside Bill, we have far greater powers than we’ve ever dreamed. But splattering cops is no fun at all, and we sense that, if we followed Bill’s lead, splattering cops is all we’d end up doing all day. Us-in-Bill isn’t exactly subtle, and humans react badly to unsubtle threats. The buzzing recedes, and the lovely whispering along with it.

Bill James, the head of this detachment, stormed up and through Bart Hebbs’ office door. He hated his domain being invaded, but there was no telling this human. Bill was opinionated, brash, and pushy with his rank. He was a typical bureaucrat through and through. Bart didn’t believe he’d been to a scene of a crime or on a call in decades and his waistline showed it. If that wasn’t enough, the man’s receding grey hairline gave him the air of a boiled egg.

“ I am not giving myself to my boss stop it, maybe he is just generous, or better still, it’s probably from my salary “ I said, she smile gently at me then nodded, before scrooning into the bedroom, obviously to pee. I stare at the computer then my phone, it’s all happening way too fast, maybe too fast, and I can’t digest all at one’s, who’s this man, or maybe a man woman who has so much money to send a mere worker like me $20000 just for clothes and shoe And there is a damn car out here worth thousands if not millions of dollars, I don’t know the sender, my head stings smaking my hands locates it edges immediately as I walk into my r room, for quick ice medications or maybe some drugs that

“ 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.

Bill yelled at the top of his voice as he licked his plate. All the mouths of everyone in the tavern except a select few fall wide open in shock. Ant they all yelled at the same time. "WHAT THE HELL MAN!" "What?" Bill asked. "How on earth did you finish one hundred plates of Jacquin Siboku that fast?" Junior asked. "Oh! So that's what it's called", Bill said under a full mouth. "Can I have a hundred more with more meat this time?" "A hundred more?!" Junior screamed. "Is he even human", said someone from the crowd.

I open my purse and fish out a hundred dollar bill. -"Buy some food for this little dog, please" I ask, pointing with my finger. -"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles, confused, but doesn't question it, he was probably instructed not to. I hand him the card and enter the building without further ado. Even though I'm warmed by my clothes, I still feel cold and I can't help but think about how the poor dog feels.

“Sit.” She sat. For a moment, there was only silence. The kind that suffocates. Then he reached for a folder and slid it across the table toward her. She hesitated. “What is this?” “The deal.” Her pulse skipped. “I thought this was an interview.” He leaned forward, his stare cutting straight through her. “No, Miss Carter. This is a transaction. You want something from me. And I always get something in return.” Her throat tightened. “I need the loan. Just until my mother’s surgery is over. I swear I’ll pay you back—”