Bill Cipher Nightmare Form Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Could you fucken stop bickering over shit you don't even know.. read what's there so that you can now talk sense..." I sighed and cautiously opened the already open envelope. It was papers.. loads of them.. okay not more than 10 papers. I pulled it out and saw "RECOMMENDED FORM" boldly written at the top. Then I saw what form it was for.. my heart skipped a bit. "Fuck..." I said and Luna hugged me, "I fucken knoooooow... like how awesome is thiiiiiiis...?" "But.. why meeee...." "Bitch please.... why not you..."

Each bill feels like a piece of my soul being catalogued. "All here," he confirms. "Great." I turn toward the door. "See you next month." "Not so fast." I freeze. Owen slides a piece of paper across the table. A bill. With a number that makes my vision blur. Five hundred thousand dollars. "What the hell is this?"

“I can do tomorrow at 4pm. We will see how much you can sit through and go from there an future appointments.” “Okay. I train in the morning so that will work.” “Here are forms you need to fill out. Leave what you have sketched and come back with them filled out and the cash.” Handing him an envelop, and he handed me the picture. “What are these forms?” Alec asked. “Saying you understand who I am, what pack I am from. That you are doing this freely and all the small print stuff. This is a legitimate business that I file taxes on. Just the same as the packs do.”