Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

he said. I nodded. “Morning. Drop them there.” He set the files on the table and sat down across from me. We were going over the budget for the last quarter. “So,” I said, flipping through a report, “What was the budget for last month?” “Four point three billion naira,” Gabriel replied. “That covers logistics, salaries, marketing, and project bonuses.” “Expected for this month?” “Four point six. We’re pushing more ad campaigns.” I nodded again, doing the math quickly in my head.

Business has definitely not slowed down while I’ve been gone. I scroll through the list, reading only the subject lines. Need immediate access… Financial records… Erase security footage… Locate missing files… Anonymous payment available… Some requests are serious. Others… Not so much. One catches my attention, making me laugh despite the headache. Please, Ghost. You have to help. I need these grades changed and the footprints erased. I got caught cheating. I can’t help but shake my head, this time much more carefully. People really are unbelievable. Somebody out there is offering thousands of dollars because they were too lazy to study. Honestly, finals week must be keeping me in business.

] [Level: 1 (83 XP left to lv2)] [Race: Ghost] [Life points: ∞] [Mana points: 10] [Attack: N/A] [Defense: ∞] [Dextery: N/A] [Agility: N/A] [Inteligence: N/A] [Spiritual Force: 20] [Skills](^) - Possession (Lv 1) (No MP) (v) The user can possess a body, puppet, golem, or mecha if its ownerless or if the user has a stronger spiritual force than its owner. - Soul devour (Lv 1) (1 SF/s) (v) The user can 'swallow' a soul or a ghost to gain a permanent boost to his/her spiritual force. It's the only way to level up for ghosts - Weak mind blade (Lv 1) (2 SF) (v)

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

"Is that a problem?" The corner of my mouth twitched. "I can do it, but it will cost extra. Other ghosts are one thousand dollars per head. You have 16 heads, so…" "Money isn't a problem." The Demon Boss raised his hand with confidence. "Our viewership has shot up recently, and the budget has grown along with it. We're no longer some tiny, cheap operation. 16 heads it is." My eyes lit up. By that calculation, just doing the Demon Boss' makeup alone would earn me 16 thousand dollars.

“Take a look at it for yourself.” Ghost stared at his phone screen and a frown creased across his face. “A little too harsh for my daughter but I think that is exactly what she needs at the moment. Thank you for your help. Here’s your money.” Ghost dropped the suitcase in front of him and Steve stared at him, too scared to even touch the money. “Sir, are you sure about this?” “Yes of course,” Ghost smiled. “You think it is too much for you?” “It’s a lot sir,” Steve nodded. “I would remain indebted to you all my life.”

“It really is a Rolls-Royce! What do I do now? I heard this car is worth more than ten million dollars! How much do I have to pay?” Beatrice rolled her eyes. “This is a limited edition Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom. It’s around 50 million dollars, and I heard that the most expensive one cost more than ten billion. We are so dead this time. We probably won’t have enough to pay even if we sold our bungalow.” “Huh?” Claire shouted. She really felt like she was going to pee this time. Her thighs trembled vigorously. Where was she supposed to stay if they sold off their bungalow?

She rubbed the back of her neck nervously. " I know you're short on cash, but I got your back. How much does it cost for a full year or a year and a half?" she asked. "Xi, how much does it cost?" she asked again. Um, it'll be $1500 for eighteen months. But don't stress about it. I've already taken care of that," she responded. Giada disapproved of her friend's hesitance and shook her head.

The room went silent. The dream was dead. The bakery was gone. The penthouse was gone. They were back to zero. Ren reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out the two thick bundles of physical cash he had saved. 50,000 Credits. The bills were dirty, crinkled, and real. "We aren't broke," Ren said, tossing a bundle to Leo. "This is ghost money. Untraceable. It's enough to buy fake IDs and food for six months if we're smart."