Bill Cipher Human Novels & Stories

Lady Wilson yelled, “You can go to hell! You will suffer a terrible fate for bullying an old woman like me!” Lady Wilson hung up the phone angrily as soon as she was done speaking. At this time, the cashier asked embarrassedly, “Madam, are you still paying the bill? If you are not going to pay the bill, please step out of the way first because other people are lining up behind you to pay their bills.” Lady Wilson replied angrily, “I am not paying anymore! I might not even be able to pay for my food soon! So, how can I f*cking pay the bills, then?!”

The subordinate reported, then saying to Sean, “This is Mr. Costa of Northmob Council. If you can receive Mr. Costa’s approval, you have the permission to start the security company in Waltz City.” Bill was seated there boldly. His figure was especially fit as he stood at a height of about 1.75 meters. However, he had a ferocious appearance with a thick mustache and a beard covering his face, and bright piercing eyes that were huge. He was seated over there in a simple manner, yet the presence he exuded was powerful. One could tell that he was a mogul in a single glance. His gaze swept past Zayn and his group of people swiftly to check if there was any expert amongst them.

Billy laughs quietly and I swear I can visualize him shaking his head in disgust. “Her excuses will never be good enough.” “He turned me into a werewolf,” I say. “Not possible,” Billy says. “Billy, you know he is the Ultima. You all apparently knew,” I say, scoffing at him. “No, as in, not possible, because I was there for him from the beginning. I dealt with every single person he transformed. So it’s not possible.” “I was born human and found a dying wolf in the woods. His face was all torn up and my friends kept poking him. I stepped in front of Axel to make them stop and he bit my arm.”

"With the support of Nathan, I will be able to get out soon." He returned to the center camp where prisoners were held. There was a cellmate who looked at him with a particularly strange gaze, scrutinizing him for a long time. Bill felt very anxious, his primal instincts prickling at the back of his neck, and he avoided the man. However, the man approached him, moving with the silent, heavy grace of an old wolf. "Are you surnamed Moore?" "Um, yeah," Bill asked, confused, "Do you know me?"

"I don't take betrayal lightly." With that, he stood up, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a sleek black business card and handed it to her. "Call me when you have the money. One week, hija. That's all the time I can spare you." Jessa numbly accepted the card. It was glossy and black, with his name written in elegant gold lettering. Guiller Moretti CEO-President of Black Enterprise His contact number and address were also listed. Her lips curled into a bitter smirk when she noticed something absurd—he even had an official F******k page.

“I’m looking for Selene Arguelles. Is she here?” The man's expression shifted slightly—it was neither hostile nor cold. But something wary flickered in his eyes. "I am Stanley," he said. "Selene's stepfather. No, she is no longer here. If that is what led you all the way here." Duke's breath caught. The handle of his suitcase creaked under his tightening grip. He looked down at the bouquet in his hand, its delicate white petals trembling. Was he too late? Again? "I see," he replied softly, disappointment creeping into his voice like a slow poison. "Addison provided me with this address. She told me that Selene was staying here."

A bitter smile crossed my lips as I whispered to myself. “It was a mistake, and I’m clearing it up now.” My heart skipped a beat when I heard his voice. Everything had changed. I wasn’t just looking at an ordinary man I had paid to be my date anymore. Standing next to me was Miguel Carrascal, the most powerful man in the country.

The man in front of her was not the same one from the conference who’d addressed the company like he was delivering a verdict. “Our project,” he said. “It’s a complete overhaul of the usual company’s technology system. I don’t need to say too much unless you’ve agreed to join me.” A thick black folder slid across the table. “All I need is someone who understands how things actually work. Not how the executives think they work, and I don’t need fake know-it-alls.” “And you think that’s me?” Jane pointed at herself. “I know it is.” His finger tapped on the metal binding on the folder. “I reviewed your work performance history, your project history. The way you handled the Henderson account-.”

After all, she was Billina Bernand and her employees were aware of it. "Ma'am please don't do this.." the man came closer to her, pleading but Patrick and Ron quickly stopped him on the way. "The decision is final. Don't you know her?" Patrick said in an impassive tone. With a wave of her hand, the man was being taken away by the security. "I don't tolerate this shit in my office. You all know this..." with this the lecture began. Billina Bernand was a billionaire beauty. Burying herself in work she was single, being an independent woman and running a big corporation.