Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

"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.

the cacti replied sternly. "Are there any rebates for me?" Hue asked again. "I've been obedient as of late so, I believe there are rebates credited to my account. Oh yes, I did some social services in the human realm. That has been credited into my accounts as well, right?" The spiky needles on its head moved around, tweaked here and there for a while. Then, the cacti said, "Danny Stanford, Mira Henderson and other human cases, yes, all have been credited into your account including your aides. However, addition and deduction, your account still stays the same."

"Because my mum is from the ghost clan while I'm from the clan of the ghost of terror. So even in my ghost form, I can do anything I want. Although I don't feel comfortable with being a ghost and there are certain limitations." She raises her brows at him. "Yes, I can't sleep. And can't bath. I can't also change out of these clothes." "Hmm, that's pathetic. I know we will soon get a solution. But how we gonna do it is what I don't know. I wish my Queen and King were back from their journey." Giovanni walks back to the sofa and crouches without saying anything. "We ain't done with our first conversation by the way. What do you mean by I'm not your kinda female?"

I answered, and she looked at me, making her eyes smaller like scanning my face, and argued, "No. You have to help me! Haven't I explained enough to you that you are the only one who could notice me? I already begged you so many times. Just anything, Syd. You can have it. But... If you won't... I have something for you, instead." I let out a sigh, realizing that this ghost was so whiney and a bit dumb. What I mean is I don't want any payments in helping her. That won't be called helping if there was payment involved, right? Well, truth be told, seeing her alive and okay would be more than enough payment for me. But I wouldn't tell her that as she might think I'm weird. "What is it?" I told h

But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others. All of the captains agreed. After a very long time, everyone has come. They rapidly started the meeting. There are 8 captains, they are very wealthy, and everyone respects them. In the splendid meeting room, there was a long desk. Pure is the host, with 8 captains sitting around her. Pure waved her hand, a big globe appeared, it looked like a beautiful planet. “This is Domin planet of some species like unicorns and phoenix, this is also the place where the crossbred was born in my dream.”

“If you were so anxious, you should’ve called earlier. At this hour, the repair workers have already gone home. “If you want them to come back, you’ll have to pay for their overtime. “Three repairmen—a thousand five hundred each. Transfer four thousand five hundred to my account, and I’ll call them right away.” Her indifference and outrageous greed stunned me. “Nearly five thousand dollars? What kind of overtime repair fee costs that much?” I blurted out in disbelief. The woman let out a cold laugh. “If you don’t want to pay, then you’ll just have to spend the night with the ghosts.” She set the phone down on the table, and soon the sound of her crunching potato chips crackled through the re

"I’m starting my own firm. I need a ghost, Leo. Someone who can move money and data without a paper trail. In exchange, I’ll pay your full tuition. No more 'scholarship kid' jokes. I’ll buy you a real lab. Top-of-the-line servers, fiber-optic lines, whatever you need." ​Leo’s jaw literally dropped. "You’re serious? Tuition is fifty grand a year." ​"I’m very serious. But I need to know you’re fast." I opened a blank document on my tablet and typed out a string of twelve alphanumeric characters. ​Leo frowned, looking at the code. "What is this? A serial number?"