Forty Thousand Novels & Stories

Two million three hundred and fifty-six thousand one hundred and twenty-one. ... One million, three hundred thousand and ninety. ... Gradually, she lost count. "Snap." Another cut, and this one amounted to nine hundred and eighty thousand. Oliver stood expressionless a short distance behind her, observing her every move. Natalie tightly closed her eyes, overwhelmed by surging emotions that gradually engulfed her rationality.

I stared at the ceiling. I thought about what forty thousand people thought they were seeing. I thought about whether they were wrong.

Westley tightened his grip on her hand in return, then kissed her hand near her wrist. He slightly turned his face, and his peripheral vision landed on Rhianna’s face. With a cold tone, he repeated, "400 million and 200 thousand?"

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He sat up. “Forty-one,” he said. I looked at him. “You had forty-one coins,” Aldren said. “You told me on the second day, while we were on horseback, in the middle of a sentence about something else. You were furious with yourself for having said it aloud. Any genuine message from either of us will contain the number forty-one, used incorrectly. Not as a date. Not as the count of anything real. A wrong number that only two people on this earth would recognise as wrong.”

“How much are we talking?” “About forty grand,” I said casually, picking up my fork. Ana gasped, her hand flying to her lips. “Forty thousand?! Demetria!” she hissed, trying to keep her voice down as a few people at nearby tables turned to glance over. I laughed quietly, shushing her. “Keep your voice down before people start thinking I robbed a vault.” Ana leaned closer, eyes wide. “Girl, at this point, I won’t be surprised if he marries you soon. He’s obsessed, and honestly, I love it.”

My hips jerked up off the bed as pleasure rippled through me. He pinned them back down with an arm across my lower stomach, holding me in place while he worked. “Oh God!” I screamed, biting my lower lip until I tasted copper. “Yesssssss—” The suction was relentless. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen bud in tight, vicious circles, then sucked again until my thighs started shaking. Every time I tried to close my legs, he forced them wider, fingers digging bruises into the soft meat of my inner thighs.

Another person said, and at the same time, Elena's knees threatened to buckle, but she held her dress tightly, forcing herself to stand still. "Thirty." The voice spoke again, and silence returned to the hall the second time. "Thirty million, going once... going twice..." The electric voice said, but no one said a word again. Just when she's about to be handed over, another voice echoed in the hall, loud enough that everyone froze on their seats. "Forty million." For ten minutes, no one uttered a word. And when it was finally clear that that was the last person, the electric voice returned sharply.

"Forty million." Thompson glanced at Freya, who nodded decisively. Without hesitation, he called out, "Forty-five million!" His rapid response seemed to surprise Freya. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it again, studying Thompson with newfound calculation in her eyes. In the VIP section, Caroline Redwood couldn't contain her satisfaction as she placed her initial bid. She glanced sideways at Aaron, hoping to see approval or at least interest in her actions. Instead, Aaron remained impassive, his golden eyes distant, his wolf Logan completely detached from the proceedings. Caroline felt both relief and disappointment. At least he wasn't objecting to her participation.

I stared at him trying to read his expression to get a hang of what was going on. “What is this, Si?” I asked, taking it from him. My fingers trembled as I opened the envelope and pulled out its contents. It was a cheque. I gasped as I read the numbers written in words—four hundred million dollars. Just to be sure, I double-checked the zeros after the four. It was real.