Bill Cipher Human Novels & Stories

Adrian called his secretary, Michael, and asked her to investigate who had conducted the interview with Evelyn and what led to the decision not to hire her. Michael, being a trusted and loyal member of the team, swiftly delved into the matter. After a thorough investigation, she discovered that Natalie, a senior executive at Lincoln Designs, was the one who had interviewed Evelyn. He found some irregularities in Natalie's feedback, indicating personal bias rather than a fair assessment of Evelyn's qualifications.

Bill says. I’m not surprised Max is a scumbag, but this is a whole new level. "What kind of illegal stuff?" I ask. "Basically, money laundering, human trafficking, and drugs," Bill replies. I knew Max was shady, but this is worse than I thought. But one thing sticks out: how did Bill know all this? "How the heck did you find this out?" I ask. Bill turns pale and sighs. "I’ve been working with a private investigator named James. He's a former FBI agent," he admits.

He was tall, dressed in a tailored suit with his face hidden in the shadows but his presence screamed power. Luca's grip on my arm tightened, “Who the hell is that?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I watched the man approach. Luca didn't seem fazed by his presence. “That's him.” “Him?” “Hills Bill.” My body froze as the man approached with an air of casual authority. He looked straight at Luca, his smile widening as he spoke. “I see you found your hacker.” the man said, his voice smooth and deep. “But I'm afraid your time has run out, Luca.”

I tried to break the silence. Everyone looked at me. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. “Actually, my name is Billy, and I'm a Beta.” "Sorry, I didn't hear that clear... could you... ?" Madelyn's parents reacted for a moment, as if in disbelief. His father hesitated: "You mean, you're the beta from the Black Valley Pack? Charles's beta Billy? In my memory, I've only heard of one B**e named Billy." "Yes, I am."

He gave it to Brian and revealed, "Your bill." "Bill?" Brian asked in horror. "Did you think my service was for free?" Adrian responded with a brow raised. Riley almost cracked up, seeing Brian choke. Brian's hand trembled as he read and screamed, "One fucking million dollars!"

She attempted to ask, but all those words were stuck in her head, her conscious screaming them repeatedly. "What have we got here?" A male voice said. MJ scrunched up her nose when the smell of cigarettes and alcohol hit her nostrils. Her discomfort faded as soon as the culprit uttered the next words, "Miss I'm MJ Billings, a multibillionaire, and I will destroy you!!" The man mimicked, obviously amused and proud to have MJ Billings at his mercy. MJ wondered what they wanted from her, was it money? Had they already called Jorge to ask for ransom? "Where'd you think you would end up, huh? Bitch!" The man sneered the same time his boots contacted her stomach, causing her to give a disgruntled

“I swear I’m not usually this dangerous. I just—my mind—sorry.” He chuckled, brushing off his pants. “I believe you. You look… distracted.” Then he squinted a little. “Are you okay? You look paler than last time.” I forced a smile, gripping the trolley so tightly my knuckles went white. “Just… a lot on my mind.” He nodded slowly, like he understood things he shouldn’t. “I’m Billy,” he said, extending a hand. “Since the universe clearly wants us to collide, maybe we should actually introduce ourselves.”

“My stomach might burst if I move around too much.” Adrian laughed. After paying the bill, Adrian put some cash in the bill folder. When the waitress saw the cash, she was shocked because there were multiple hundred dollar bills. “Sir, you didn’t even eat much, so I don’t think I deserve this much.” She put the bill folder on the table. He slid the bill folder back to the waitress and said, “This is for the hands, not the uniform. I hope it makes the walk home easier.” He looked at her name tag. “Ms. Ria.”

"Meredith, the company is currently covering this bill for you. Now, it's not that we're short on cash, but we're not going to be a sucker and cover it for you indefinitely. "Since you didn't pay up this morning, that'll be another five thousand dollars in interest. Don't worry. I won't keep it for myself. I'll use it to treat everyone to afternoon tea." The office door was open, so when my colleagues outside heard this, they burst into cheers. They shouted "Wayne, you're the man!" and "Long live Wayne!" Wayne's smirk grew even wider at the commotion outside. Looking at that smug face of his, I felt a suffocating tightness in my chest.

Aunt Beatrice. The woman who raised me. The woman who worked extra shifts so I could stay in school. The woman who became both mother and father after I lost my parents. She couldn't die. Not her. Not the only family I had left. Then the doctor continued. "The hospital is requesting payment immediately." Nobody spoke. The room fell silent. Until the strange man broke it. "How much?" The doctor answered. "Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars." My heart sank. I already knew that number.