Book One For The Money Novels & Stories

It still had a faded sticker of a smiling eggplant on the cover because I was that kind of person. I opened it with zero expectations. Probably an error. Maybe the decimal point danced around. Maybe my measly $1,800 got turned into $1,801. And then— I saw the numbers. $10,000,1800 Ten million, one thousand and eight hundred freaking dollars. I froze. The passbook slipped slightly from my fingers. My jaw? On the floor. My soul? Momentarily left my body. “W-what the hell—” I whispered, blinking furiously.

Harrison, true to his word, had everything arranged. He’d booked a pair of early evening tickets for The Idea of You, a romantic drama that had recently captivated audiences. It was showing at The Luxe Palms Cinema, an upscale but cozy venue tucked within a quiet district of town a perfect setting for an unassuming night out.

His eyes scanned me with a sense of compromise. "What do you want?” He snapped. I shot a glance at Grey, he got the message. He handed a paper to him- a check. He stretched his hand sluggishly, not eager to collect it. But immediately his hand rested on it, his eyes scanned it in disbelief. His face lit in excitement. I could imagine the excitement in his heart as his fingers traced the edges of the slip. “$3 million? Isabella this is too much.” I felt a quick wave of relief washed over me. I didn't expect his expression to soften so fast. Money was indeed a game changer.

Immediately after that, there came the cacophony of noisy talking at the entrance. A woman with a bossy and shrill voice declared loudly, "You'd better get out of here now! I'm the future lady of this house, and anyone who dares come up against me will be taught a lesson!" "Celine, won't your boyfriend get angry if he finds out about this? Breaking in like this doesn't seem right," someone said apprehensively. "What nonsense are you talking about? He's been courting me for so long. Even if he finds out, he'll still do his best to comfort me and soothe my feelings," Celine Svenson retorted smugly.

he murmured back. And we were all too glad to keep our date, so we bunked down at the hotel, took note, or didn't take note, of the detail, and were eager the next morning for some hard-bitten haggling. But deep inside, it was that funny feeling in me jabbing me continually with the thought, something like: This ain't business; it was something deeper, something that my fingers, too, could never explain.

I parked the car and we got out of the car. - Hey guys, how was shopping? My mom asked us - Mom it was tiring, but also fun. I found what I needed and bought the first edition of “EMILY OF NEW MOON”. With Frontispiece in Color by M.L. Kirk (SIGNED). Alice told my mom - Oh, honey I am so glad for you, and what about you Emma, did you two buy anything? Mom asked - Well we bought a wallet for him, it is the same as Noah’s. Emma answered.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Sue was the first person I saw as I regained consciousness. As soon as she noticed I was awake, she burst into a dramatic performance, her face wet with tears. "Marlena, how could you stage this whole act to blackmail Howard for money? You even dragged me into it as collateral!"

Sara POV "We are interested in buying your book for ten thousand dollars." The notification tone on my phone woke me up. Thank you, God. If they had refused my request, I dont know from where i could arrange such a large sum of money. However, why did they consent to give me such a high payment for my book? Perhaps my book was performing well on their platform, generating a substantial profit for them. My instinct told me not to give this decision any further thought. I am glad that I can help Neil now.

"Fiv⁠e thou‍sand do​llars​!" I​ threw the money roll. It‍ landed in the‌ mud in f⁠ro⁠nt of the gate. A scrawny figure scampere‌d d​own from t‍h⁠e pil‌e like a spider. It snatched the‍ money, sn‌iffed it, and scur⁠ried ba​c⁠k up. "P‍ape​r!" the voi‍ce spat. "‌Paper is useless her‌e! We want metal! We want meat!"