Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

> "There's a feature like this, but I don't know why you want me to find out by myself. How many points will that cost?" Agatha took a deep breath first before she decisively voiced out. "Do it."

There was a lot of information with a small font size, making it difficult to read. Faye highlighted the total budget in the last column in red and bold, making it impossible to miss. When Anastasia saw the staggering budget of 130 million, her expression darkened. Her initial requests had indeed been quite demanding, and it asked for the best in everything. Taking the diamonds as an example, one couldn't purchase a diamond of that quality for just 1500 dollars. Even for Anastasia's uncle, that price would only be enough to pay the shipping fee, so Faye was not overcharging her.

DAWN POV “There are 70 participants to the auction and none of them look like a threat or at least that's what I believe according to the books. Plus, we have a budget of 2 billion which means we will secure the project.” My assistant, Andersen Morgan informed causing me to pause and stare at him for a good second. “W-what?” He asked furrowing his brows. I let out a small huff and pulled my hand from my pocket, then pointed at him,

Finally, gasping and grinning, they collapsed side by side, staring up at the ceiling. **"Okay,"** Ethan said, voice shifting into something more serious. **"We need to talk about reality."** Vivian exhaled slowly. **"Let me guess. Rent, food, jobs, life?"** He nodded, propping himself up on one elbow. **"Pretty much. I’ve got some money saved—enough for a couple weeks. But after that."** Vivian stared at the ceiling, her voice quiet. **"I’ve never had to work for anything before."**

I have no idea how I am going to take care of it, but considering the way he is glaring at me, I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear if it will get him off my case. “Of course you will.” He shoots me a final, menacing smirk before he stalks away. “Yes, I can if you’ll help me and my friend with the kitty. I’ll help you get new copies of the books without paying a cent,” the ghost girl carries on as if nothing happened. I squint at her. “Oh, and how exactly are you planning to do that?” “My friend has a lot of money. If you help her, I know she’ll be more than happy to return the favor,” the ghost girl says with a playful grin. “Consider it done.”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Not entirely changed at all. “That looks so cozy,” I commented after the presentation. She cleared her throat as her face turned pale, “uh . . . it is, Madame. But it doesn’t cost much.” “We have a target budget for this project, yet you’re telling me that . . . this doesn’t cost much. How so?” I tilted my head, making me look so intimidating. “Uh . . . we can use cheaper produ—”

She thought. "How are you going to see everything around here when you're in my wallet?" Ria whispered carefully when she was sure she was the only one standing in the aisle of this soap section. If Ria could see Kevin now, she would have seen Kevin rolled his eyes when he heard Ria's question. “Have you never heard of such a thing as a 'ghost patch'? Kevin asked and made Ria frown while choosing some dish soap. “That photo is a tool for me to stick to you, instead of me actually being in the photo…”

My hands are bruised, my knuckles raw, but the pain is a clean, sharp focus that keeps the dark power in my blood from boiling over. "You're up next, Ghost," a rough voice calls out from the shadowy doorway. Ellis Ford, a lean rogue wolf with sharp eyes and a sarcastic smirk, leans against the doorframe, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket. "The pit boss put five thousand on the big guy from the Ravenscroft Family. He thinks you're going to break within two minutes." "Tell him to double the bet," I say without looking up, pulling the tape tight with my teeth and tearing it off. "I need the cash for rent at the Westmere XXT Clinic."

Then before Andrea could ask any other question, she quickly changed the subject, "The assassins were members of Dark Knights. I saw the tattoo on one of their hands." "Why would they be after Ghost? To recruit or what?" Andrea hissed warily. "It can also be because a request has been placed to kill you. I went through the dark web last night thanks to the restlessness I felt, and discovered there's a huge bounty on whoever kills you. The prize money also increases everyday." "Really? How much is Ghost worth?" Andrea asked, taking out her phone. She logged into the website only to see a two billion dollars bounty on her head. "Why are they so desperate to get rid of her? It's not like she kn