Bill Cipher Making A Deal Novels & Stories

Hating the fact that he was talking to me like we were business partners, so formally. “One more thing, just because you have me here doesn't mean it's where I want to be all my life—-” I summoned up courage and continued. He raised a brow and then asked. “Where would you rather want to be?” “College!” I shot at him, without a second thought. “Done!” He responded, and in seconds he turned to leave. Not a single light illuminated his way as he walked out so easily into the darkness. “It wasn't so hard, was it Tory?” I muttered to myself as I closed my eyes. As expected, the pills I was given a couple of minutes ago kicked in and in seconds I drifted into deep sleep.

"You still got a page full of them." "But- That's no fair!" Nate whined again and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, biting into my cheek to hold a smile and going back to make a neat copy of my notes. "I demand a re-deal." "And what is that?" I hummed not glancing up. "For each problem I got right, you take one cloth off." my heart somersaulted and this time my wide eyes found his immediately. Was he for real? He smirked now having my attention. "Don't worry, I'll undress whenever I get one wrong. Deal?"

William took the hand, gave it a firm shake, and nodded. "Mr. Willebrone." Instead of taking his seat on the table he pulled out the chair to his right and waited for me, I slid into the seat, keeping my face blank, even though my hands were trembling so hard I had to keep them flat on my thighs. The men across the table were staring at me. This deal was worth half a billion dollars. One wrong word, one stupid mistake, and I could blow the whole thing. "This is my assistant, Fred," Mr. Willebone said, gesturing to a quiet man beside him, "and my lawyer, Mr. Rowsley."

I wasn’t ready to believe him that easily, but staring at my phone, and my breath caught. $500,000,000 sat boldly in my account, as if it were nothing. An amount I had never imagined I would see in my lifetime. “It’s time to do your part,” Adrian said, snapping me out of my daze. I nodded and signed the contract without hesitation. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, a smirk curling his lips. “See? That was simple, Riley.” “Now that the contract is signed and sealed, we move straight into business.”

he queries. "I'm sorry." I don't know what he's referring to. "About it?" He gives me a glance. "Our deal." "Oh," I say. "It's . . ." I pause and then continue, "candid. It's fair to me." I look through the mirror of my seat, blinking at the cyclists disappearing into the darkness of the street. I hear Ryle tap something. I turn to him and still see him tapping his thigh. "Come here," he commands.

Joke's on them - I wasn't going anywhere. "Of course, we can set up a payment plan," the billing specialist chirped, way too perky for someone dropping financial nuclear bombs. Her badge read 'Janet.' "Great." I forced a smile. "I'll definitely handle that." Handle it how? By robbing a bank? Starting an OnlyFans? Selling my organs on the black market? Janet slid the paperwork across the table, her French manicure tapping against the forms. "Just sign here, here, and... here." She pointed to various dotted lines like she gave directions to Disney World instead of financial ruin.

She left the sitting room. Xavier's pov MYy eyes caught a peach gown. It was beautiful. I'd like to buy it. For Michelle. I paid for the gown and met Mike talking to one his fans asking for his signature. "So, you finally got a girlfriend. I thought you liked Diana." Mike began. "Diana? Even if she's the last person on earth, the last girl, I'm not going to date her not to talk of marrying." I spat. "You really hate Diana so much." He answered and I nodded.

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE THIRTY FIVE THEME: Good enough CONNECTICUT, UNITED OF AMERICA Christopher Crawford has never felt anxious in his entire life before, not even when he had been bidding for his first million dollar contract. He hoped badly that the day would go well without a hitch and if it doesn’t then he was ready to start sourcing for another woman to be his fake wife although he doubted if the plan would work this time around.

“Her condition is deteriorating, and it is only a matter of time before the buyers find out. I already checked on her about an hour ago. If we can get ahold of the second package, we should be able to use her as compensation.” Sir Lucille met his response with silence, pondering over his words. Kim shifted on his feet as he waited for him to say something. Sir Lucille had a reputation for being most dangerous when he was silent. Everyone knew that, and everyone avoided that. Finally, he spoke, putting Kim out of his uneasiness. “Put her info on the bidding website,” Sir Lucille instructed. “I'm sure bidders will start pouring in once they find out who she is.” Kim's small lips formed a proud

Just when I thought I might collapse, a deep, clear voice cut through the chaos. “Ten thousand dollars.” The room fell silent. My heart plummeted, and I turned toward the direction of the voice. I couldn’t make out his face in the dim light, but I saw the broad outline of his frame—young, tall, and strong. My mind raced as I tried to process the situation. 'This might not be so bad after all,' I thought desperately, trying to console myself. “Deal,” Victor declared, his voice dripping with greed. Before I could fully grasp what had happened, Victor gestured to one of the strippers beside me. “Take her and get her ready,” he ordered.