Fifty-one Fifty Novels & Stories

“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.”

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

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

"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

The man said and a lot of people start to agree with him. “Does anyone here want to challenge this thing over here for the position of Luna?" The man asks while giving me a dirty look. At this moment, I wish I have the chance to kill the bastard. A lot of hands start to pop up immediately he ask the question making the man in question to smirk. “I think majority wins in this situation. A fight then?" He asks. “A fight it shall be" Caden replied while gritting his teeth. He looks pissed off. “And kind of hot" Emily said and I roll my eyes

Darling: [Baby, when are you going to confront that arrogant heir? Leah: [After I get the last bit of money, we'll run away together.] Darling: [Timothy's a fool. He really thinks you love him so much.] The chat history ended with a message from my account. Leah: [Don't worry. Everything's going according to plan.] This meticulously fabricated record attempted to pin my death entirely on a dirty deal involving an unfair division of spoils. Looking at the phrase ‘everything's going according to plan’ in the screenshot, my soul trembled violently. The painful memory I had been desperately suppressing flooded my mind instantly.

He pressed it to his face, the fabric already damp from someone else’s blood. “You’ve got a death wish or what?” a voice said. Sudan looked up. The guy leaning on the ropes couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Tattoos crawled up his neck. His grin was all teeth. “Don’t need a wish,” Sudan muttered. “Just a reason.” The guy snorted. “Plenty of those around here. Name’s Rico.” “Sudan.” Rico’s eyebrows lifted. “Like the country?” “Yeah.” “Cool. You hit hard for a guy who takes punches like he wants to feel them.” Sudan didn’t answer.

Blocked number: "THE WOMAN AND DRIVER LEFT. SHE AND HER FRIEND STAYED. I HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING WHO ELSE IS INSIDE." Blocked number: "DID YOU RECOGNIZE HER FRIEND?" Blocked number: "YES, SIR, THE SAME ONE FROM...FROM BEFORE." Blocked number: "DEAL WITH THEM BOTH." Blocked number: "I WON'T LET YOU DOWN, SIR." Blocked number: "NOT AGAIN YOU WON'T." Chapter 11 Oren

Jane murmured. This was so satisfying to watch. I knew she had a thing for me and it always irritated me how the women batted their lashes at me with every given opportunity they get. But now, a perfect opportunity has presented itself in front of me. “Now, here comes my proposal. Considering the fact you’re in love with me already, I can still fuck you without offering you anything. But because I’m Jordan Denver and I’m generous, I’ll offer you five million dollars every time you satisfy me and give me a good fuck.” I said as I took out my cheque booklet from my drawer.