Novel & Cerita Book One For The Money

To which salesperson replied" 50 silver for service charge, any problem with that" "no" , Theo replied with frown in his face and gave 15 gold and 50 silver coin, and took the book hastily and walk out fast, so that he can reach his home started practicing. Theo knew the salesperson didn't deserve the 50 silver coin as he didn't do anything related to service as he only replied when Theo ask. till then not wanting to argue and offend the salesperson, not knowing what the salesperson will do to him, he walk out of the pavilion little dejected as he only have 2 gold coin left.

Wow with a cherry on top how could I possibly ever say no to that? "Now I want so badly to say yes and go shopping but the thing is I’m like dead broke right now, like you my friend have so much money it'd take you years to count and for me? It'd take 2 minutes mostly just because I can lose focus very very easily so if I did go it’d be you with a ton of shit that they probably think you robbed the store and me who’s just there, broke and penniless.”

I gulped and squinted my eyes before opening it. What? $5000? For just a day? I closed the book and almost cried. That was almost my whole life savings? Was I really going to spend all of that money for this? Fate had already decided for me. ********************************************************************* Few minutes later, I was walking down the exquisite hall with a bank account that was $5000 less than it was when I stepped into this money sucking building. I did not know whether to cry or laugh. I glanced, wondering where Mel was in any of sections in this building

She and Cara had been preoccupied with many other things to check their social media pages. Hana’s fingers curled and uncurled as she waited for the page to load. When it did, a small scream died in her throat. She closed and opened her eyes in case she was hallucinating. But the numbers stayed the same. 1,000 preorders. How come? Cara couldn’t have bought that amount of books. Baba would have noticed. Hana reloaded the page, but the figure didn’t change. She had money. Money Baba couldn’t access. To be fair, the money wasn’t hers yet but once the book went live, it would be hers.

Rain couldn't believe that Ben was utterly unaffected by Clarissa and her two friends' conversation. "The package," said Ben. "The package your father asked me to take contains an old book. Mr. Orwell said the book was worth billions of dollars. Many people are hunting for it. I'm sure all three of them are after the book. Your father will auction the book and use the money for your education, so you don't have to work anymore."

I said. “He doesn’t know?” Mandy asked, her eyes wide. “He doesn’t know what?” Terran asked, irritation in his voice. Mandy looked at me, then him. “She bought all of those toys and games and had them delivered. She can pretend it wasn’t her, but I know better. She is the queen of A****n Prime, and when the UPS driver showed up at the door with boxes and boxes of goodies from an anonymous donor, we all knew who it was. She does it every month. Half of what you see in here has been purchased by Hailey.”

And fuck that little voice in my head. After having my third beer, sitting in complete darkness, I grab a bag and throw some shit together; I am determined, I am going to the Venditti Mansion. It belongs to me after all, and there Vic will definitely step on my turf, though I stepped on his, so I guess the next round is his, but not before I get his precious daughter.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

"No, I hate you. You're a murderer." "Shona, please." Twisting my lips, I placed the destroyed book on the table side and walked out of the room to find him grinning. He nodded to the side. When I changed my gaze, I screamed, cupping my mouth. "I ordered your book. It's not author signed, but a new one. And I will read and mark the notes you made, I promise. Till then, you go through Game of Thrones books since you've trouble watching the series. And they're hardbacks." "But it was too costly." I had calculated the price of them together and they had calculated to total ten thousand, too over the budget I earned per month ever since I stopped using dad's money. "I can't take it."

That's absolutely repulsive. "Here's your money," I say, immediately handing him the money and walking out. While running out, I pay no attention to where I was headed and I end up bumping into someone and judging from the hard impact, I'm pretty sure it's a man and unfortunately for him, I spilled hot coffee all over him. "Watch where you're going Missy!" he growls angrily and I deadpan for two good reasons. Firstly, he's surprisingly good looking and secondly, he's absolutely rude. How dare he call me Missy?