Budget X Ghosty Novels & Stories

She lifted her brows and asked, "What're you looking at? Cat got your tongue?" "I wish," Hue responded as he approached her. Then, he shot her a question. "Do you understand what it says about your account and the good deeds that you accumulated?" Jennet shook her head. "No, I don't understand at all," she said with a stupid grin. She was dumber than she thought she would be. Hue inhaled deeply before he explained, "In Fantasy Realm, there are no terms such as 'money', 'sell', or 'buy'. Bad and good is the value of something here. Also, we use the term 'give', 'receive', and 'take'."

“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 have to find a way to make this work. Let Ghost sulk if he wants—I’ll do what needs to be done. Ages seem to pass before the sound of the door unlocking breaks the silence. Ghost flinches, his body tensing as he prepares to charge. I grab him, holding him back before he can act. “You really think you can buy your fucking freedom?” he seethes, his voice dripping with venom. “I’d at least like to try first, thanks,” I snap back, just as the door swings fully open.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

I turned just in time to see Xavier's face go through five different emotions. "Bill?" he spat, scanning the paper. I walked closer as Xavier's grip crumpled the edges. The list was insane! $100 for carrepairs,$80 for a freaking bath (seriously?), $150 each for the rooms, plus taxes bringing it to over five hundred bucks. The old man smiled like a used car salesman. "We take cash or credit." Xavier stood so fast his chair screeched. "We're not paying for this scam." I blinked. "What's going on?"

“Oooh! You are more feisty than I imagined!” “Now that you know the new attitude adjustments I have made. Stick around so you can find out how I plan to achieve this. I think you're going to find it quite entertaining.” "Alright, Boss lady. Hey, speaking of entertainment. This gig requires a much larger budget than I anticipated. Rental equipment, hiring staff, food, drinks, and not just live entertainment but famous musicians. They were quite expensive. Do you want to guess how much this will cost for one night of not just fun but exhilarating fun?" Angela, my business partner and close friend, asked, still blinking those long lashes a mile a minute.

When he greeted her, her face reddened, and she struggled to speak. ‘She has a crush on you,’ I mind-linked Finn, causing his brows to crease. ‘No, she doesn’t.’ “We saw a bag on display, and there’s no price tag. I was wondering how much it costs,” he said to her. She took a moment to gather herself before responding. “It costs twenty thousand moon notes. It’s a limited edition, so you better get it now,” she said, leaving my mouth agape. That was a lot, and although I could swipe my card, I didn’t want to alarm my father or remind him I was enjoying myself in another region without returning home as he commanded.

The live broadcast split into three streams. The stream with the most viewers was Lindsay’s group, followed by Justin’s group, and then Leslie’s group. At the restaurant, Lindsay, Elric, and Hector calculated their budget as they ordered. This high-end restaurant cost them 1200 S-coins for lunch.

the team leader asked, unfolding a map for Alexander to see. "Just get us there, and we'll make it worth your while. We shelled out three hundred bucks for this map." Ford, the young man with the offer, set the stakes. It turned out that Alexander's map was a carbon copy of theirs, which he had snagged for a mere 7.5 dollars. He eyed the map, pinpointing the Costa family's old homestead, then dubbed the 'Ghostly Manor' by some whimsical soul. "I'm headed there myself," Alexander said.

The day our daughter got into a top college, my husband, Henry Kushner, handed her five $50 bills. "That's your monthly allowance." I stared at him. "She needs clothes. Makeup. How is $250 a month supposed to cover all that?" Henry frowned. "She's your daughter too. And when I was in college, $250 was more than enough." Ashley looked down at the cash, eyes red. My chest tightened. I turned away and pulled out my phone, ready to send her the money I'd secretly saved for a laptop. Then Henry's phone rang. He jumped up and headed straight for the balcony. The glass door didn't close all the way. His voice floated back inside—soft, warm, worried. "Anna, why would you borrow money from