Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

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."

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

“I’ll give you a budget to buy stuff.” “Okay, what’s the budget?” “100 grand.” My mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?” “What’s wrong, Brett?” Stacy and Beau were watching me. “We were just talking about a Luna ceremony.” “I actually have a whole binder and ideas for you to look at. This needs to be elegant. We have to show off. This will be the event of the year.” Brittany perked up behind me. “Brett, I’m sure you can do whatever you want.” Beau leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

I stayed still in that position and watched his face closely as I pointed a single finger down toward the first page of the budget columns. "The security details for the eastern border guests are listed right here and the total cost is two thousand dollars," I whispered as I kept my voice low and smooth while leaning so close that my hair almost brushed against his paperwork. Dante went rigid in his chair and his fingers tightened around his pen so hard that the plastic casing made a sharp cracking sound because he was fighting his own instincts.

Then, she impatiently flung a piece of paper at me and spat, "Here's the bill from last night. Do remember to pay your share. Your total is three thousand dollars." Three thousand dollars? I scanned the receipt and frowned. "From what I remember, the total cost of drinks, dinner, and the venue rental last night couldn't have been more than nine thousand dollars. "Our department consists of twelve people, including me, so the bill should've been about seven hundred and fifty dollars per person. Why am I suddenly being asked to pay three thousand dollars then?" Was the receipt even legitimate? Upon hearing my comments, she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. With an arrogant expression, she

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

Now I knew where the worst Youtubers had learned all their stupid clichés. The four ghost hunters looked like one of the rock bands Mom listened to, all of them wearing black from head to toe, and a hot macho frontman: Brandon Price, creator, executive producer and lead investigator of the show. Anything else in your spare time, dear? But no matter their looks, they actually behaved like teens on spring break.

Besides, Ari only wants to be mine, that I know. “I’m selling them to humans mixed with some of their drugs. I’ve already had Candy distribute the first round of baggies. These are for later in case the first batch didn’t work.” Ghost answers. “Why the hell are you giving humans supernatural drugs?” I ask. Ghost shrugs his shoulders. “Someone paid me a shit ton of money for this. The number was right, so I didn’t ask questions. The drugs are being given out on the house. The guy who paid me also paid for the drugs so that I wouldn’t be at a loss. I thought the deal was too good to be true, but the man paid up, so now I do what he paid me to do.”