Bill Cipher Returns Novels & Stories

He gave it to Brian and revealed, "Your bill." "Bill?" Brian asked in horror. "Did you think my service was for free?" Adrian responded with a brow raised. Riley almost cracked up, seeing Brian choke. Brian's hand trembled as he read and screamed, "One fucking million dollars!"

Evonne instantly understood her. She pulled out 5000 dollars from her purse and handed it to Sally. Smack! Sally threw the 5000 dollars in her hand on the table and said, "This is me repaying everyone's previous kindness. I came out in a hurry and didn't bring cash. Here is 5000 dollars. I will go home at night and transfer the balance to your bank account. All of you gave me a total of 2000 dollars less than a month ago, but now I am returning 10,000 dollars to everyone. I’m paying a huge amount of interest.”

“Bill, please. What is the total?” By then, the store assistant had printed the long, long bill and said with a smile, “Miss, we’ve already completed the calculation. There are ninety-eight items in total, and that will be 2.18 million!” “How much?” In an instant, Benjamin quivered. “2.18 million.” “This…” Benjamin gasped as his expression faltered while Claire was dumbstruck. Tyr walked over and said with a bright smile, “It’s just a little over two million. Can’t you pay this bit of money?”

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.

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.

It is twenty-six in number times 5$ which is 130$ But you can pay me 120$ as a new customer bonus. Ohh… thanks very much I will surely come again. They both say, Take my card and do the debit. your 120$ photo bill has been successfully paid, thank you for your patronage. Bright future studio cares.

We sat there and drank our drinks slowly before getting up and heading to Miniso. I was checking out purses while Ayo was trying out all the sunshades they had. He pouted to the mirror and posed as he switched shades. When he was halfway done, he just picked out two different black ones and came over to me with a leather journal in his hand. “Here,” he placed the mint green journal in my shopping basket. “I didn’t know that they made these.” I said while browsing through the different sets of earphones I found. “Thanks. How’d you even know that I wanted one?”

"Here. Count it if you want." I flipped through the bills. Five thousand dollars. All there. I nodded in a positive way which signifies it was complete and took out a small package from my pocket. "Here's your product. Pure. No cuts. I don't give a refund so don't come back." He checked the package, gave a short nod, and moved back into his car with calculated speed like he was chased by something. The taillights disappeared into the dark streets. I put the money into my pocket sharply, I didn't want to hear stories. Then, I lit a cigarette.

This time she is available. "Hi, Miss Bills” we greeted "Look who we have here, the best two bitches in ‘Desires”. She grinned widely which I find weird anyway "The VIP left a high rating for you” she smiled again and I frowned "I know what you’re thinking. You’re not rated because you are a product but because of the service you rendered” she clarified "Oh, okay ma”. "My money?” she got all serious "Yes, ma” I handed the money over to her. "Why three thousand grand only? It’s supposed to be four thousand, five hundred grand” Miss Bills frowned deeply

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.