Forty Thousand Novels & Stories

She wanted to scream, to rail against the injustice of being sold like a dog, but her throat remained locked, a silent prison. "Forty million!" a voice roared. "Final offer from the Black-Wood Pack!" "Forty million from Alpha Miller," the Auctioneer shouted, his voice cracking with excitement. "A record-breaking night! Forty million going once! Forty million going twice—" "Five hundred million." The room didn't just go quiet; it died. The air seemed to be sucked out of the hall. The clinking of glasses stopped. The breathing of the crowd stopped. Ayla froze. That voice.

“You can’t even come up with four thousand now?” She had assumed that if Peter was asking, it would be for a hundred thousand, yet he only asked for four. Her instinctive reaction pressed his pride even further into the dirt. Humiliated, Peter said coldly, “Forget it. Don’t trouble yourself,” and hung up. Adora lowered her phone, her face set as she stared at the ended call. “What did he say?” Louis asked. “He wanted four thousand. I just repeated it in surprise, and he hung up.”

Pulling it out, I read its contents, eager to unravel the mystery it held. “I’m sorry for everything and I hope you forgive me. I had asked Jayden to get you a black card and deposit a sum of $4,000,000 in it. When I return, we can terminate the contract, just as you’ve always wanted and you can be on your way.“ Inhaling sharply, the mention of $4 million echoed in my mind, an overwhelming amount that left me pondering its implications. The sheer magnitude of the sum bewildered me, as I grappled with the question of what to do with such a significant sum.

I reached over and gave her thigh a small, grounding tap. “Everyone’s doing well,” I said. “Lucas just got back from some scouting work. Kael’s been keeping busy.” “Always were loyal, those three,” Christ mused. “The four of you… still thick as thieves, huh?” I smiled, slow and deliberate. “Let’s just say we’ve been keeping our eyes open.” He blinked at that, the smile on his face twitching for half a second. Yeah, he felt the shift in tone. Good. Let him.

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

Wait, what? 20 billion?

And she just made me spill my guts to her, so she knows exactly how much I need it. "I was thinking... uhm... like, twenty thousand?" she asks with a grimace. I'm so shocked by the number, I don't react at all, my mouth just falls open, "Forty?" "Forty?!" I finally react, in absolute shock, "What the fuck? You'd pay me forty thousand real dollars? Canadian dollars? Or, like, other dollars?"

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