Fifty Four Fifty Novels & Stories

He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty-Four

And for the first time in my life, I realized that I was… Whole. “Our mates are here,” a feminine voice, both young and ageless all at once, whispered in my mind. It reverberated through my skull like a bell, and yet it soothed me unlike anything before. “There are four total, but three are here tonight…” Before I could react, three familiar voices rang out all at once. “Mate!”

"I'm not sixty. Do I really look sixty?" "Fifty-five?" "No." "Fifty?" "Jesus Christ, woman." "Then tell me!" He groaned, shaking his head. "Fine. I'm forty-five." My mouth dropped open on impulse. "Forty... Forty five?" "Yeah." "Wow." I leaned back against the sink, processing that. "That's… that's a twenty-year gap." "I know." "Like, a really big gap." "I'm aware." I laughed, more out of disbelief than anything else. "And yet here we are, having a perfectly normal conversation."

“Forty-eight.” “I’m impressed,” he murmurs against my throat, and his teeth close on my earlobe while his thumb increases pressure and his fingers find a faster rhythm inside me, fucking me with those thick digits until my cunt is clenching and creaming all over them in messy, uncontrollable waves. “You’re doing better than last time. Must be the altitude.” “Must be— forty-seven— must be— oh fuck, Knox—” “That’s not a number.” “Forty— forty— I can’t remember—”

Nyla almost smiled. "Fifty-five, then," she said. "Let's get it done."

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Comments flooded the live chat. 'Is she dumb or what? Why isn't she grabbing the cash already? He's got HIV for god's sake!' 'Girl, it's 50 million. You don't need to worry for the rest of your life!' I kept my head low. My shoulders were trembling slightly. To Jesse Fleming, I seemed to be shaking from rage, but I was actually suppressing my laughter. Since he was about to die, all his wealth would eventually be mine. So why should I just walk away with 50 million?

“To the gentleman for fifty million dollars!” “Did he just say fifty million?” one man whispered, leaning closer to his friend. His friend stared at the stage, eyes wide. “My Alpha spent six months begging for a meeting with that man. He never showed. Never even acknowledged it. And now he's here... for her? An ex-Luna?” The second man slowly shook his head. “No man drops fifty million on a stranger.” “So what are you thinking… His mistress?” The other man glanced back toward the VIP. “Either that… or something a lot more complicated.”

Edward’s POV “Forty thousand. Do I have forty-five?” The paddle was already raised. Alicia’s hand remained under mine, unchanged in position, as though neither of us had adjusted to its presence since it settled there. “Forty-five.” I raised. “Fifty. Fifty-five.” On the left, a man leaned forward at fifty-five, then stopped before committing to speech. The Swiss bidder three rows ahead remained still, eyes fixed on the podium rather than the movement around it.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” “Two… two hundred and fifty thousand dollars?”