Book One For The Money の小説・ストーリー

she asked. I slid the phone into my pocket. “Did you expect me to sit back and clap for her?” “She might talk, James.” The room went still. I turned to face her fully. “About what?” Mia held my gaze, but I could see the crack in her confidence now. “About the songs. About the money. About everything.” I stepped closer, slowly enough to make her understand that I had heard every word. “And what exactly would Sharon prove?” Mia did not answer.

You can also try clearing your cache. The real part 1 is longer than part 2, so those that already purchased it got it for cheaper. You didn't loose extra coins due to my mistake. I'm sorry again! The regular update, (first chapter of book two) will be uploaded in the next hour.

The first chapter sets the tone: Tshepo’s secret gambling problem begins to intertwine with family tensions, creating ripples that will affect everyone. Chapter 1 – Tshepo’s Gamble (Expanded) Tshepo sat at the edge of the small table in his apartment, the weight of another week’s losses pressing down on him. The cards lay scattered, remnants of the late-night gambling sessions he’d promised himself would end “just this once.” The numbers on the receipt from the betting shop seemed to mock him: debts he couldn’t ignore, lies he couldn’t untangle, and a future that felt increasingly unstable.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a folded piece of paper, and hands it to me. "I’ll wire the funds to your account. Please don’t get cheap stuff, only top of the line." I unfold the paper. The first item on the list makes perfect sense. It starts going downhill after that. 1. Books (Fiction, Sci-Fi, Fantasy. Absolutely nothing regarding architecture). 2. More clothes. Leather pants and jacket. Calvin Klein underwear. A few mesh shirts. Anything hot you come across.. My eyebrows shoot toward my hairline when I get to the next item.

Julian looked at my profit-hungry little display and got so mad he snapped his pen in two. "Can't you have even the tiniest bit of feeling?!" he roared. "Feeling?" I fished a card reader out of my pocket and set it in front of him. "Sure thing." "What tier of feeling are you looking to buy? The 'love at first sight' package, or the 'it has to be you' package?" "I can perform it heartfelt and sincere for you. As long as the money's there." Julian stared hard at that card reader, then suddenly laughed.

And damn them all to hell if they thought he was going to stay still. END OF BOOK ONE: CLAIMING HIS TREASURE

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"