Fifty Four Fifty Novels & Stories

Well, here goes nothing. Or rather something...

There was always a catch, Zara and I thought as I narrowed my eyes at the four sexy and brooding men sitting in seats across the table from me. “They must continue to submit to their Alpha King, and agree to a mating of his choosing, with a pod.” Colt stated clearly looking me directly in the eyes. Goddess his eyes…just looking into them made me feel all tingly all over and get all fuzzy on the inside. ‘I’m your all fuzzy inside. There ain’t no more room in here for anythin’ else! Ya got that?!’ Zara quickly interjected to remind me. I just had to chuckle at her silly snide remarks at times.

Hearing my acquiescence, Fabian Gates was overjoyed. “That’s dope! I knew I hadn’t misjudged you! Since I’m being considerate, just get me two brand new Audi R8s. If you’re short on cash, I can hook you up with an absolutely reliable money lender!” R8? Over three million dollars each? What am I, his sugar daddy? I sneered and probed cautiously, “Have you gotten permission from Ms. Jefferson’s husband to marry her?”

Catherine Mason looked at me in shock. “What do you mean by this?” he asked, waving the document at me. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Going 50/50,” I replied. “This is being fair. You love fairness, don’t you?” “Five million dollars?” he shouted. “And you think this makes any sense?”

“Thank you, Alpha Eros.” 40

Sharon smiled and told Frederick, "Don't worry about serving me anything, brother. I'll transfer 1 million dollars to you now, and if you manage it well, I'll give you another. But I hope Remy doesn't find out. He keeps loading my account with money and wonders why I don't spend it on ordering shoes and bags to look nice for him."

"This pathetic stunt isn't fooling anyone. You think packing your junk and leaving will make people feel sorry for you? Forgot who dragged you out of the gutter? Walk out that door, and where will you go? You're pregnant, you reek, and you can't survive on your own. You won't last three days. Quit the drama and put your crap back." I unzipped my bag, pulled out a bank card I'd prepared, and held it out. "What's this?" "The PIN is your birthday. There's sixty grand on it. Fifty for what I owed you. Ten for five years of interest. We're even." My voice stayed calm. Ronin's head snapped up. He grabbed my chin, eyes dark. "Sixty grand? Helen, you never leave this apartment. Where'd you get that

“Forty-five!” I clutched Charles’s arm, my nails biting in. “This is insane.” He chuckled. “Oh, just you wait. The fun has only started!” “Fifty million!” Fifty. Million. Euros. My head spun. “Fifty-three!” My hands went clammy. “Are they actually—” “Fifty-five point two!” Thunderous applause erupted, shaking the walls. My mouth dried up, my mind blank. Fifty-fucking-five. Million euroes.

At the beginning. “How many,” I said. He was quiet for a moment. The specific quiet of a four-year-old counting something. “I stopped at fifty,” he said. “They are still coming.”

22years into the fifty years, 8 years to the fiftieth year. I was running, hard. My feet crunched heavily into the snow as I maneuvered my way around the trees, clothed now in snow. I made a pause to catch my breath, Abigail had gotten it into her fair head to chase me around the forest and had instigated the snow ball fight. I let out a breathy laugh, puff of vapour billowing around my face, I couldn't say I didn't enjoy the freedom, I just needed to catch my breath.