Forty Thousand Novels & Stories

"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.

Cole murmured with a smirk. "A forty-trillion-dollar rock, which, let's be honest, we couldn't even haul out of here if it did exist." "Wait, how much? Miss King, did you say forty billion or forty trillion?" "It's all make-believe, but if it were real, we're talking forty trillion." Elijah started counting on his fingers, lost in thought. They drove back to Sandy Town. After freshening up in the hotel, they were all set to head out again.

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.”

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”

" 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

“You’re not worth that.” Lia shrugged. “Then find someone else.” Interesting. Then I exhaled slowly. “Forty,” I said. Both of them looked at me and Lia’s eyes lit up slightly. “Forty?” she repeated. “Do the job right,” I said. “And it’s yours.” She grinned. “Now we’re talking.” Cynthia glanced at me but said nothing. Lia leaned back again, satisfied. “Alright,” she said. “So when do we start?”