Forty Thousand Novels & Stories

About forty three became a number that represented everything we still were rather than everything we had lost. My phone moved.Aurelia.I answered."Are you awake." She said."Yes." I said."Jin finished the batch." She said. "Drake has it.""He's here." I said. "We're dosing everyone now."A brief silence on her end that had a quality to it."All forty three." I said."Good." She said. Her voice was even but underneath it something was doing the thing it occasionally did, opening slightly, the way a door opened not all the way but enough.

“Mum, forty people is not nothing big.” “Forty is intimate, Kira. Do you know what I had for my fiftieth? Two hundred and thirty people and a string quartet. Forty is practically a kitchen supper.” She closed the notepad. “It’s done, it’s booked, your father is very excited and Marcus is already arguing with me about the seating arrangement, so it’s happening.” Kira looked at the ceiling.

“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!”

My thirty-day numbers were projected on the wall: covers, average check, staffing hours, local supplier spend, zero noise complaints, zero safety incidents. Kael stood at the head of the table in a charcoal suit that made him look like the kind of man who settled disputes before they reached court. When he looked at me the bond between us tightened—not with fear, but with the shared focus of two people who had already decided the outdoor section was not negotiable.

she says, and I nod while typing in the number. "Ours was 30,000 for him. We didn't want to go too high. So 55,000 is our cap for the Running Springs Bull. Was there another that caught your eye?" I ask as I look up from my phone, only to watch as she licks her lips and takes another drink. "The Back Forty has two nice ones up for sale," she says and I can only nod again. I type down her answer and force myself to focus on the topic at hand.

He pushes open the drawer and takes out a checkbook. I watch him scribble something on a page and then he looks up at me. His eyes are twinkling with lust. "Is forty million dollars enough cash to show you how damn serious I am about you?" He asks. My ears tingle at the amount he just said. For – forty million dollars? That's like…My God. I can't even imagine how huge the money is. Why the hell is he giving me forty million dollars just to fuck me? Is he that serious or is he just flaunting his money in my face? Is he trying to prove that he can buy me, just like he buys everything he craves for?

"I know because we are forever always, remember?" I nodded my head slowly, then tipped it to the side. "You'll give me all my kisses, enough to fill this box?" I asked. Chelsea Gabe me another small smile. "All of them. We'll fill up the whole box, and more. We'll collect way more than a thousand. I gasped, I suddenly remembered the box. I pulled out a blank heart and sat down to write. Chelsea kneeled before me and placed her hand on mine stopping me from writing.

Aida exclaimed, looking at Kiran. Kiran nodded slightly, then looked at Aida. "How much to kill me?" "They doubled it!" Aida replied. "So, four hundred million?" Kiran asked. "Mm-hmm!" Aida nodded. "In total, six hundred million, which is close to four billion in Dragonsland currency. That's a hefty price!" Kiran smiled and looked at Jessie. "So, we could meet forty times, right?" Even four times would drive her crazy; forty times would send her to an asylum.

Ace asked me all of a sudden. I answered, "It is the 8th richest city in the world and a home to 40 million people. Statistics state that for every hour there'll be 10 people who come to live here. The economic capital is the reason attracting people from around the world. And it's also popular for having the largest fleet for helicopters." "I'm amazed." He turned to the bodyguards and asked, "Tell me what's a popular restaurant around here."

Even with a mask on, he recognized her. Gulping the last of his drinks, he placed the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter. Stepping up to the table, his eye robbed across the paper slips with numbers written on them. One caught his eye, a number fourteen. He dazed at it for a long time and then moved on. Another caught his eyes, it looked like the number fourteen, but did not look like it as well. He picked it up and went to the next table. That was how he wrote his fourteen.