Forty Thousand นิยาย & เรื่องราว

On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise. I used to believe that even if she graded me from zero, by the hundredth time, I would've gotten a perfect score, and she'd finally agree. So, I chose to propose for the hundredth time on my 30th birthday, hoping to start a new decade and a new chapter with her. I had assumed she would say yes without a doubt this time. But she turned me down again, just as decisively as before. I got to my feet and faced her clearly annoyed expression. I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go.

Someone chuckled. "You really want her." Zyran didn’t respond. "Four hundred thousand." Emma shifted nervously near the wall. Susan looked tense. Nicole didn’t move at all, but her posture had grown more rigid. I could feel the unease building. This wasn’t slowing down. "Four hundred fifty thousand." "Five hundred thousand." Gasps spread through the hall. Half a million. And still rising. Zyran didn’t even blink. "Six hundred thousand." The room fell silent again.

another shouted. The announcer was grinning ear to ear. “Forty thousand for Miss Marlowe! Do we have fifty?” Asher stood. His chair scraped the floor sharply, silencing the nearby tables. “Eighty thousand.” The room went dead quiet. All heads turned. The announcer blinked. “Sir, did you say-...” “You heard me.” Asher’s voice was low, controlled, every word carrying weight. “Eighty. Thousand.” Jason sat back, amused. “Here we go.”

She looked doubtful and said, "It should be four billion." "Then you want four nights to sleep with me?"

Said the chauffeur. “You can help me with that if you don’t mind”. I slipped on my glasses. The chauffeur turned on the stereo, and then came a gentle blast of ‘Hello’, by Adele, filling up the silence in the car, and, I loved that calm motherly voice with which Adele dealt some justice to the pretty instrumentals. I rested my head against the seat’s headrest, and shot a smile at a signpost which read; ‘welcome to Guts Island’, But then came a flash of my ex-husband’s face on the fourth night of the previous month, drunk and scary, yelling and lowering towards my panicked face, making me sit up and gasp for air.

Kathy retorted “how much do you have?“ Sandra asked, “forty thousand nairas” Kathy retorted, “I will give you two hundred and fifty thousand nairas, but I don't have enough money in my bank account but I have some cash in my possession” Sandra,” can you come to my birthday?“ Sandra asked, “ you know me that I don't like festivities, but I can go with you today,” Kathy says, “Alright, freshen up, and let's be on our way, even Richard might give you more than your request”

Something is off. Way off.

Is it really only ninety-nine? "…"

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

“Eh, why are there still so many zeroes?” Martha frowned and her heart started pounding. “This… this is…” She started counting again! “One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million!” “Ten million!” “One hundred million!” “One billion!” “Ten billion!” “One hundred… one hundred billion!”