Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

On the way to the hospital, Eli had already made all the arrangements. When I arrived, Nellie was clutching the bill, completely lost. "Family of Jeanette Chesson, our system shows the account has been frozen. There's not enough balance to continue treatment. If payment isn't made today, we'll have to suspend her treatment." Nellie's face went pale as she stared at the itemized charges, checking them again and again. "How could it be frozen? I paid just yesterday…

"Are you looking to hire a proxy fighter?" "Order now, and I strike immediately. Ironclad confidentiality guaranteed for a slight premium." The Goblin audibly gulps, staring at my exorbitant rates. "But your prices are insanely high! Can't you give me a discount?" "Absolutely not, sweetie. The Reaper strikes with lethal efficiency. My prices will only go up from here." "Come on, Reaper," the Goblin pleads, leaning closer with a desperate, sleazy smile. "I can offer you some...free physical relief in exchange. Just give me a small discount—"

said Xyla with a laugh. Georgie chuckled again. “Yeah, that’s right. That’s how I did it.” “How much did you spend? I’ll write it off for you.” “No need. It’s just a mere hundred thousand. I’m paying it.” Georgie’s tone sounded joyful. The smile on Xyla’s lips deepened. “I’ll transfer you the money later. I’m happy with just your regards.” “No. Why are you being so courteous with me?” “It’s money that you shouldn’t be forking out, so you don’t have to pay even a single cent. We’re besties, so let’s keep things clean between us,” Xyla added. As the girls talked, Josh called.

There was no point ordering take-outs because the greedy ghost in my house was just going to eat it. I needed to think of something worth a counterattack. Something that would teach that greedy ghost not to mess with me. No one touches my pizza and expects to go scots free. Damn, I had plans for it this morning, I cried. Thinking of a payback plan for a ghost wasn't as easy as I thought. Twenty minutes on G****e and I couldn't come up with anything substantial. Serves me right. What was I thinking when I googled how to carry revenge on a ghost? Was I going crazy already?

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

A name popped into his mind. "Phantom!! You can call me Phantom." "Okay... Boss phantom, will you come here tomorrow as well?" "Why?" asked Creed. "I was thinking if you hunt more of those tungsten beetles, I can buy them from you again. That way we both will earn some profit." "Alright, but the next time the price will be 2 times the market price per stack." "Boss Phantom!! ... You are really ruthless... Are you trying to rip me off?" "That's what you get for calling me boss again."

“I can take you there, but… you have to pay me more.” “I can give you all these things of mine,” Dickson said somewhat reluctantly. “It’s alright for young people to have some fun, but you should not joke that much,” the cripple chided, still not too fond of Dickson. Dickson didn’t know what to say. A little impatient to go to the Ghost Market, Tyr asked, “How much money do you want to take us there?” “One hundred thousand dollars!” Although one hundred thousand was not even a drop in the ocean for Tyr and the others, this cripple had gone a little too far with his sky-high price.

I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer to anyone who was listening. Then, a voice cut through the chaos, clear and unmistakably female. "Two million dollars." The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the source of the voice, a young woman sitting at a table near the back. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were fixed on me. The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Two million dollars, going once... going twice..." I held my breath, hardly daring to believe what was happening. The old man had dropped out of the bidding, but this woman was offering three times as much as anyone else. Who was she? And why was she willing to spend so much money on me?

Zachary asked softly, “Are you interested in getting that?” “No.” Kayson shook his head. “I have quite a number of prescriptions that can produce similar effects.” “Ah?” Zachary was astonished. Soon afterward, he said smilingly, “You must give me a prescription later so I can treat myself. I get tired so easily recently.” Kayson chuckled and said, “I’ll write you the prescription later, and you can prepare one for your own consumption.” “I shall accept your kind offer then!” Soon, a business owner won the Augblood Bloom with his highest bid of over $640,000.