Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

said, "You know I really, really love you Beau Bax." Beau felt the redness rush to his face while he said, "Yes I love you too but…" and She said, "There is no but my love. I love you and if you love me the way you say you do then you should give me what I want." Beau said, "Jessica I…" and she interrupted him once more saying, "I need a bigger spending budget. 50,000 isn't going to cut it for me anymore. How do you expect an heiress to upkeep herself with only a 50,000$ budget. I'll be the laughing stock of the country with such a cheap budget." Beau said, "50,000$ should've been more than enough for you." She stomped her foot saying, "Well it's not, it's not even close. I'm an heiress! It

I said, my voice dangerously soft. Ghost shook his head snappily. " I mean I don’t want any part of this. Not for money, not for favors, not for anything." " You already know too much," Matteo said coldly, stepping near. Ghost flinched and turned white like he had lost all his blood in an accident. " Look, look," he said, hands up. " I’ll wipe everything. I’ll pretend I never saw this.Just — just let me go. Pay me off. I’ll vanish." He stopped and looked from one face to the next. “I don't charge much, you know me. 7k in dollars or another currency, I'll prefer Euros, no, Dollars would do.”

“I didn’t think you would want to spend so much money in exchange for her freedom.” I rolled my eyes at him. “So what was your plan? How did you plan on getting back your money when you know that her father is dead?” Ghost shrugged. “I have no idea. I was going to figure something out. Unless you’re going to pay the one million dollars that her father owes me.” I gasped as I heard the amount. How on earth did Ava’s papa owe him that much money? There was no use asking because Ghost wasn’t going to tell me the details.

Bree replied. Giana shifted, turning to stare at Bree, her eyes blinking at her as she pouted. “It’s not necessary. We can just take this opportunity as a vacation, you know. Going on a spa date, scrubbing, there’s a whole lot to do.” She held Bree’s hands, blinking cutely at her. “We can’t let all that money go to waste. I heard Spencer Bennett’s net worth is more than fifty billion dollars. We won’t even be spending a quarter of one-quarter of the money. Just a little.” Bree glared at her, prying her hands away from Giana’s hold. “Stop staring at me that way.”

The thought of Megan living her life, finishing her degree, while Lizbeth was exiled, was unbearable. Her phone vibrated with a message from Ghost, a response to her urgent summons. They arranged to meet in a secluded, abandoned warehouse on the city's outskirts. The meeting was tense. Ghost, cloaked in shadow, listened impassively as Lizbeth outlined her desperate plan. "I need her gone, Ghost. Permanently. Before I leave. And I need enough money to start over, properly. Enough to show them I don't need their damn inheritance." Ghost leaned against a decaying pillar, his voice a low growl. "Fifty million. Each. And I'm out. New state, new life. No more of this."

They always communicated through messages. “Boss, what are you saying? I don’t understand what you are talking about.” His boss did not feel like entertaining him, so he went directly to the point, “Ghost has put a bounty of one billion dollars over your head. Tell, what have you done?” “What?” Marcus felt chills run down his spine when he heard that. His knees went weak, and if not for the help of the table, he would have landed on the floor. Ghost was the name everyone feared in the underworld.

"Where are others?" "Conor is by the window, smoking. Evan and Zach are on their way." "Thanks. Do give me a demo once it's ready." "It won't be free for you, Bruce." Xan winked. "You'll have to pay ten millions for a demo." "Ten millions for a demo? My ass." Leaving Xan laugh at my comment, I made my way into the suite. Conor, the head of the Irish mafia spun around and flashed a delightful grin, "Bruce. After a long time."

I frown again. “Quirin, I need a budget. Some of these items that I’d like to upgrade are expensive.” He looks at me. “How expensive?” “Well, the x-ray machine that my mother said looked older than her, would cost us at least $30,000. I could get one that’s cheaper, but it wouldn’t be commercial grade which is what we should have considering the training and battles that we have as werewolves.” He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Little Pup, you realize that our pack has money, right?”

Before she could react, Philipp ordered his bodyguards to throw her out. "I'm terribly sorry," he said. "She never knows when to stop talking. Please accept my apology. Don't let her ruin your evening." I smiled politely. "It's fine." "You're too kind. Someone like her isn't worth your attention." He perked up. "By the way, our company has been developing a new material. I'd love to know if you'd be interested in investing." "Sure. We can discuss it later." Philipp's eyes lit up.