Bill Cipher Human Novels & Stories

I sighed, my face wrinkled, due to how worried I was. He smiled. "It'll be fine." "I hope so." The middle-aged man walked into the living room, sat on the three seaters couch which was opposite mine. He greeted us, and arranged the papers in his hands. I really didn't know this man, but I was told that he was a very experienced doctor, so I had decided to go on and check him out. "Here are the results." He stood up, gave me a sealed envelope, then walked back to his seat.

Cesar stuttered pointing in the direction of where the burning car was then back at Vincent. “Oh I missed a call from my daughter sir and my phone battery died so I went to use the payphone over there." He pointed to the payphone a few blocks away from the hospital. “So...who was there?”. Cesar questioned. “Nobody.” “What? But we saw a man.” Ellie said. “No Ma’am." Vincent chuckled. "That was a hologram. I decided to try out my son’s new project and it worked.” “Oh thank God.” Ellie breathed and squeezed Vincent’s hand affectionately. "God bless your son.”

He took a deep breath and touched his wounded knee gingerly, I didn't even tie it off to stop the flow of blood, let the fuck bleed to death for all I care. "I mean that some people go shopping for pets and some go shopping for humans and according to their taste it could be man woman or child." "What the fuck are you saying?" "I'm saying that if you have the money and you see little Susie or Jimmy riding their tricycle on the sidewalk and you want them, all you need is a picture, the general area or location of the home and someone will acquire them for you for a price. From what I gathered the senator and the doc liked to oversee those special acquisitions themselves if the price was right

He didn’t hesitate, instead he bent slowly and hurried himself out of the room. I was in shock and perplexed at the same time. That man… the shirtless man who drove out of the room was Mr. Philip Anderson, the COO of Triple Friends Group of Companies. He’s very popular and influential, people call him FATHER OF THE GAME because of his outstanding involvement in the modeling industry. But this shirtless man dismissed him casually, like a school teacher with his pupil. Wait! What did he call the shirtless man? Mr. Dowell? The anonymous man that Bobby told me Mr. Philip Anderson worked for? My heart starts beating hard against my ribs as I thought of the doom that has finally befall on me.

I wondered He turns back to the cashier. I was motioned to the second cue. The lady checked my stuff and then calculated it. The next thing I know, she went back to the other side where the older lady of earlier was standing with her husband. She told them something and came back to her seat. I was confused about the whole drama. What are they whispering about? " how much is my bill!" I asked while I bring out my debit card from my purse. She smiled at me "It's in the house "

“H ello, Miss Minton. This is Peter Thiel.” “Hello, Mr. Thiel,” I say, too shocked that he has actually called my number. “How are you?” I clear my throat. “I’m fine.” “That’s good. Well, the auction for your series is over.” “The auction?” “Yes. There was enough interest in your book for me to hold a little mini-auction.” “Really?” I gasp. “Are you sitting down?”

So they asked for supernatural help? "She has seen the worst of human beings, since she lost the only person she loved, she was alone, rarely ate, spent months locked in her room suffering the loss of the only person she had, but she was also very young and dependent, so she got a job, she looked after an elderly man, but was constantly harassed by his son, it took this gentleman to intervene so that he couldn't take her in the worst possible way, then he left, then she left, she won compensation that paid for her psychological treatment, she got a job in a cafeteria, where she suffered a lot of humiliation and at the time she was very skinny, so when she started taking the medication her we

He laughs. "Actually, it's not even going to make a dent in my bank account. Gale, I'm a billionaire. So, that's the bet. You win, I pay off your loan. But if I win, you go on a date with me." He says. I can imagine him with a smug look on his face. I do need the money. It might take my mind off to the tragedy happened to my sister. If I do this bet, it gives me something else to think about, other than her.

I looked at his expressions and answered,"Off course. " He stood there awestrucked. We moved to the counter to pay the bills. I gestured him to swipe his card for me and he did but when he found that the bill was way too much than he expected, his face was quite worthy to see, shocked and electrocuted. C'mon h was a celeb and he had lots of money. There's nothing to be so much shocked about it. "What a luxurious hobby you have? "he said to me as he drawback his card from machine.

Billy opened the car door, Marching towards the entrance, I felt a single raindrop in the top of my head as I pushed the door open, gaining stares from the whole department, "Ya'll never seen a woman before, get back to work... Now!" A much older man yelled on top of his lungs, he was even older than Clarke. An ebony man with a thick beard, and as he approached us, his piercing eyes landed on me, even while he pulled out a chair from behind a desk, "Thanks, Bill, I will take it from here," he stared behind me, before shifting his gaze to me,