Forty Thousand Novels & Stories

"Thirty-eight thousand once, thirty-eight thousand twice, thirty-eight thousand-" "Forty-five thousand." Another voice cut through the quiet air, resonating clearly throughout the exhibition hall.

Divide any number by zero: 0 Platinum: 78 Mandela’s prison number: 4664 Stars in an American flag: 50 Lumbar vertebrae: 5 0784664505, S’bu said laughing in disbelief. What’s so funny? asked TT curious. She gave you my number! S’bu told him clearly impressed. He knew that Thandi though TT was handsome and she was crazy about his music. He wanted to see she would betray him if given the opportunity. Normally women would do anything to spend few minutes with his cousin but Thandi rejected him completely.

His nostrils flared as he taunted, "So, what do you say? Do you admit defeat?" "Twenty million," Frederick said with an indifferent expression. His words hit like a heavy bomb, causing everyone's minds to buzz, leaving a vacuum of silence. "T-twenty...million?" The saleswoman couldn't help but rub her face, thinking she must be dreaming as she muttered, "Sir, are you sure?" Frederick frowned. "Oh, my mistake. Twenty million is still too little. Someone might still bark like a dog. Let's make it forty million!" His words stunned the entire room once again.

I count my steps the whole way down. Not one hundred and twelve this time. I lose count somewhere around forty. I've never lost count before.

Zane said. "To do what." Sela, sharp on her crutch. "We're nineteen people and a granny and a girl who can pull a man's soul out through a rope. We can't hold a territory. We can barely hold a grudge." "Fifteen of the Seventeen," Bram said quietly. "And the forty, if they'll follow." Everyone looked at the forty. The forty looked at Seraphine. Seraphine looked at the ground for a second, then at me, and I understood she'd just done the same math I had and didn't love the shape of it any more than I did.

A man said, like it was nothing, making me shake my head in disbelief. "Forty million dollars…" A voice said, which sounded so familiar, so sickening, so sultry, a voice I hadn't heard in weeks and I felt my body freeze completely. Every muscle tensed as recognition hit me like a physical blow.

Silence invaded the room. “For how much?” He asked, breaking the silence that was about to eat her up. “Forty million dollars.” Natasha replied. “Forty million,” he said mockingly, crouching just enough to meet her gaze. “That’s what you sold it for?” She didn’t answer.

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I asked, my business mind pushing the shock aside. “Forty,” Leo said, looking at the floor. “Forty hundred?” I asked, thinking four thousand was bad, but manageable. “Thousand,” he corrected, his voice barely a whisper. “Forty thousand dollars. In cash. By tonight.” The number was big, but not impossible. Not for me. A sharp anger replaced my fear. This was not about a debt. This was a shakedown. This was a man using Leo to get to me. “It’s not a huge amount,” I said, my voice cool and calm. It was the voice I used in board meetings. “You should have told me instead of pushing me away.”

“About forty.” Jesse stared at her in disbelief.“Forty?”Everlyn shrugged.“I have a large life.”Jesse leaned back against the wall, shaking his head.“Well… my family will probably add twenty more.”Everlyn’s smile faded slightly.“Your family.”The tone shift didn’t escape Jesse.