Bill Cipher Human Novels & Stories

Adrian was already sitting next to me with a thick stack of white papers resting on his knee. A middle-aged man with gray hair and a sharp leather briefcase sat beside him, unscrewing a pen without looking up at my face. “Sign the bottom of pages four, twelve, and twenty,” Adrian said, sliding the documents across the gap between our seats. His hand shook slightly as he adjusted his tie. “The certified bank details for your sister’s academic wire transfer are attached to the back page. The money will move into the university account the exact second you sign this.” I picked up the pen, my fingers clamping tightly around the metal barrel to stabilize my hand.

Billy came so close to her that Stephanie had to bend her head back in order to support his firm and hard gaze. “Do you realize what you're doing right now? You are using your money to buy a male companion. It’s not so flattering for a woman such as yourself.” “I know what I’m doing and I’m not worried about my decision... Why are you so worried? Ten million is a lot of money that could help a lot of people who are working for this company, myself included. There are people who have worked for this company for years... Think of them, of their families! Use this hush money to do good, Billy, to save everybody, to save your legacy. I don’t need it, but you do! Besides, this money isn’t going t

I breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the progress in his recovery. Just as planned, I would be paying the bills today, so I went to the cashier with Catelyn. "Hi, good afternoon," I greeted the lady at the counter with a smile. She smiled back. "Yes, ma’am?" she asked. "I’m gonna pay the bills for Eduardo Buenaventura." She nodded and checked the computer in front of her. A moment later, her brows furrowed, which made me curious. "What’s wrong?" I asked, worried.

He seemed he was not affected by the blood flowing out from his forehead. She just thought the billionaires were untouchable because of their loads of money, but seeing Bill’s pity face now, she was wrong. “Nothing. It’s just a scratch.” Bill said and walked past her. He strode inside her room and locked the door. The old butler was puzzled. Bill Sky and Young Madame? Like a hedgehog, old butler spikes rose up when he thought how rich was the man in his young Madame’s room. The most wealthy and powerful businessman in capital Z and known all over the world, Bill Sky.

Billie said. The cashier and the lady behind her look at him as if checking him out. “No pick up line?” the lady behind the cashier who looks like she’s the cook asked Billie. “Ah, is it a requirement before I can order?” he asked. “Of course not. Ignore her. I’ll get your order,” Lena, the cashier said. “But are you Filipino?” the lady asked. “Yes, Ma’am. I am. My name’s Billie,” he answered.

Shawn answered, and she pinched the side of her thighs with her left hand to make sure she is in reality. 'I heard right,' “You mean the whole one point two million dollars?” Beatrice asked faintly, she wanted to pass out because she was finding it hard to believe. She never told anyone about her bills, no one knew about this, not even her parents, then who was this person that paid her bills? Perhaps this was a mistake or something. “Mr. Shawn, are you certain this is not a mistake?” She questioned. “And please the person who paid this money drop anything about himself or herself?” Beatrice asked.

he revealed. Bill is not your silent bully. He never lends a hand while we bully the other students but notices everything from afar. He is a part of our notorious bully hang however he least bothers anyone. He is always silent. That is because he witnessed his father getting lynched by mob of spiritual people across his eyes on a street when he was a thirteen years old kid. His father was accused to be a gay and that he had illicit relationships with other men. And while he was on the busy streets of Houston buying stuff with his wife and son, he was ambushed by the mob and killed right there.

Allena Jasmin took a deep breath, clutching the resignation letter between her fingers. Quitting was never easy. And she knew her boss wouldn’t take it well. There would be questions. Demands. And annoyance and irritation, too. Actually, it probably wouldn’t even register since irritation was classified as an emotion and Justin De Nero was a robot. A self-made billionaire who retired from his former work at the CJ Johnson Software company and made a name for himself.

But it was the end of my misery, because that night, this human sparked life in me once again. Just one human. My human, Victoria. The END.