Even Money Book Novels & Stories

But because of this mentality, if the eight people thought so, they would actually become extremely fierce. Yvonne couldn't help but feel a little excited as she watched the eight of them add more money to the four books and increase the price of each book by more than 4 billion. After all, based on the current situation, the price of the four secret manuals had reached 16 billion, which meant that this sum of money could greatly reduce the financial difficulties of Nightsky City. She really wanted to remind Samuel, but when she looked back, she found that Samuel was calm at this time. He just watched the eight people fighting quietly.

The people in the office had nothing better to do anyway, so when they heard that there was something exciting happening, they all gathered around, "Sheila, what are the odds?" Sheila rolled her eyes and smiled cunningly, "If Lynn wins, the payout is 2 to 1. If Emmy wins, the payout is 8 to 1!” "Wow!" Someone exclaimed excitedly, "Sheila, are you giving us free money? Although I don't like Lynn, she is a professional. I bet on Lynn, one thousand!" Everyone thought that Sheila was giving them free money.

The boy shrugged indifferently like before and said, “I don’t have enough money with me, but you can have my head.” “Hehe!” Jermaine laughed and analyzed, “Your head was only worth sixty-three million dollars earlier, now it’s worth 1.9 billion dollars? So this head of yours is pricier than my boss’s head.” Mr. Eye laughed. “I won’t lose anyway. People say that the God of Gambling, Jermaine Leonard, dares to gamble just about anything. Have you become a coward now?”

“I didn’t realize it was doing so well. Maybe we can add to it once I get my inheritance. I’ve been researching a new breed of horseflesh…” “It’s holding its own and we can do whatever you want with it, but I was referring to that money I was trying to tell you about,” he said as he pulled her close. Her soft hair caressed his solid chest as she snuggled close. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I’m worth three-million dollars, baby.”

“I need to put together a plan for new ways to make money. And honestly, I have no idea what I am doing.” She gave me a look full of understanding. “I know that feeling. Here we are.” She waved at a row of books. The titles on their covers said things like Modern Money Theories and Trade Between Packs. It already looked helpful. “Let me know if you need anything else,” Lily said. “Actually,” I said, “do you have any suggestions for where to start?” She tapped her chin, thinking. “Well, this one gives a good overall picture,” she said, pulling out a thick book. “And this one looks at ways to make steady, lasting money.”

I was working five jobs everyday and steadily praying for a miracle till the the day I heard about Eve's book success. I couldn't be more grateful to God for answering my prayers. It was time to clear off all those debts, and have much more extra for myself. I know someone would ask how do I intend on achieving that seeing that my ex fiancee doesn't fuck with me anymore. Anyways, the answer was quite simple, take my own cut from whatever she has earned definitely by crook 'cause I know Eve would not definitely not hand over the amount of money I want if I asked her. So, I gotta take it by force and I don't fucking mind if my cut was every fucking thing she has earned.

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

I send a quick smile his way then adjust my face to a normal one. "I have this belief that money is life." "Turns out we have a mutual belief." I answer in a bored tone. "I need life in exchange for a life." I smile. A genuine one, for the first time since the meeting began. "A life for a life." My smile widens. "I like the sound of that." "Sounds better than nothing." He smiles along. He's truly happy over this money he's gonna get. Seems to me, he couldn't afford much. Anyways, he wouldn't be rich, yet borrowing.

Jayne argued. Ever and Jayne argued, Eva eyes were still on the book. she was curious about the strange book. “Fine, you win this argument because I have something to do” Everest said picking up a few stuff from the table and went to another section of the library “Don’t listen to her, most things like that are fake and she just loves it for some reason” Jayne said putting her bag down to bring out some paperswhich she handed to Eva “Check it out”

He opened his duffel bag. Most of the fighters kept drugs in their bags. Or p**n. Or weapons. Cyprian pulled out a thick, hardcover book. The spine was cracked from use. "The Intelligent Investor" by Benjamin Graham. He opened it to a page marked with a bloodstained receipt. He pulled out a small notebook. Winnings: $400. Expense: $50 (Food/Rent). Investment: $350 into Vane Logistics (Short Position). He was playing the long game. Every punch he took, every bone he broke, was buying him a share of the city. He wasn't fighting for survival anymore. He was fighting for capital.