Bill Cipher Novels & Stories

the meeting they say yes she gets it for them and makes it just to their liking next she comes up to me "Mr. O'Rourke would you like coffee or anything? Also shall I sit in this meeting and take notes I already set up a chair behind you out of the way just in case?" "Yes to the coffee and yes to the taking notes I dont know how I have not thought of that before." I say with a huge grin on my face cause I can see she is going to stop me from looking like an ass a lot in the future with no more calls to try and remember what was said. She gets my coffee brings its to me and whispers "they are on their way up sir." She ask each person one by one if they would like coffee, tea, or water and she

I should not be here staring at the faces of four very handsome, deadly, billlnaires. Grandma cleared her throat, Royan grinned, I averted my gaze focusing on grandma. "The billonaire award party, you know as usual how it is" "Who won, is it the usual? Royan asked. " Yes, Eth won the trophy again" "I knew it" Royan's eyes danced with amusement. Ethan's face was blank as usual, Maxton chuckled, raising his hands. I could see the outline of his tattoo, "Congrats Ethan" he smiled.

* * * [A/N] Thanks for reading. Billy has issues, but it looks like he’s Leveling Up in his own way. Who can guess what the plan is?

God, she was so daft sometimes. “So,” I said, “the bill receipt should only be for $60 000. Not $212 000.” Beatrice laughed as the girls giggled and gobbled down cake behind us. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake,” she said. “Mistakes happen all the time. Why worry about it? As long as you paid the supplier the right amount, then who cares?”

Billy nodded once and walked out of the bar without looking back. The truth was simple, Billy had a ban in LA.He could not enter the city, well not without triggering consequences he had worked too hard to avoid. He stepped outside into the cold night air and pulled out his phone. Then he dialed a number. The line connected quickly. “Yeah?” a voice answered. “I want you to do something for me,” Billy said calmly. “There’s someone in LA.” He gave no more details out loud. Just enough.Then he hung up. —

Next, I reach for the stack of cash nestled beside the credit card. With a soft chuckle to myself, I remember the incredulous look on the taxi driver's face when I tried to pay with my own money, only to have him hurl it back at me in disgust, accusing me of trying to pass off fake bills. Hugh’s bills are not only plastic-like in touch, but they’re also dull gray in color and the photos printed on them are starkly different from the currency of my own world.

She blinked and looked again, but the numbers remained unchanged. “This cannot be right,” she said. Victoria stepped closer. “It is right,” she said firmly. “Do you know what this means?” Lumi turned to look at her, her expression filled with disbelief. “Please tell me you are not joking,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. Victoria shook her head. “I would never joke about something like this,” she replied. Lumi swallowed. “How much?” she asked. Victoria smiled widely. “They made a billion dollars,” she said. “In just three hours.”

The cashier had just taken the card when he saw a message pop up on the computer. He immediately raised his eyes and said, "Table number twelve’s bill has already been settled." The two of them were startled and both looked at Chelsea. Chelsea was also confused. "Let's go," Gisselle shouted loudly, "The bill has been paid." After saying that, she returned the wallet to Broderick and patted his chest, saying, "My brother Broderick is feeling generous today."

“I’ll be here to see you tomorrow.” “I think we should end this,” I said, my trembling voice making his eyes narrow. “And I don’t intend to ask for a refund. Use the money however you want. Buy flowers for your wife’s grave.” I pushed the door open, but Miguel’s hand held it firmly shut. “You paid for my services, and I’m going to see this through to the end.” I blinked at him, genuinely confused. “Too late to back out now.” “What do you mean by that?”

Billie. "So how was work, babe?" Brian asked as we sat down for dinner. "It went well. It's at a swanky estate that's really secure and super clean," I replied, taking a sip of the orange juice. My phone buzzed just then. A notification popped up from my bank: $3050 deposited. He even added a $50 tip. "What are your bosses like?" Brian asked. I hesitated for a moment as I flipped my phone upside down.