Forty Thousand Novels & Stories

“Forty-five!” I clutched Charles’s arm, my nails biting in. “This is insane.” He chuckled. “Oh, just you wait. The fun has only started!” “Fifty million!” Fifty. Million. Euros. My head spun. “Fifty-three!” My hands went clammy. “Are they actually—” “Fifty-five point two!” Thunderous applause erupted, shaking the walls. My mouth dried up, my mind blank. Fifty-fucking-five. Million euroes.

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”

Please forgive me if you've been waiting for too long. I can't believe that we are close to million readers. Word Count: 1949

Edward’s POV “Forty thousand. Do I have forty-five?” The paddle was already raised. Alicia’s hand remained under mine, unchanged in position, as though neither of us had adjusted to its presence since it settled there. “Forty-five.” I raised. “Fifty. Fifty-five.” On the left, a man leaned forward at fifty-five, then stopped before committing to speech. The Swiss bidder three rows ahead remained still, eyes fixed on the podium rather than the movement around it.

"Alright, how much?" "One hundred and fourty," Fenris said, staring right at her. "I'll give you one hundred and thirty." "It's settled then. We will do the job for you."

"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.

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.

"Are there many of them? I can bring Alice." "You can handle a group and more, but it would be good to offer a two-for-one deal," Rocco said with humor, making me suppress my disgust. "Get organized, and I'll be passing you all the details." "How much are we talking about this time?" "Forty thousand cash," he said calmly. "If you bring Alice, they'll have to cough up another ten thousand." The figure was too good to pass up. "Perfect, we'll be there without fail."

"More than two thousand? I'm not hearing it wrongly, am I?" Thierry gasped in disbelief. That someone had produced a remarkable quantity of fourth-grade pills that included over a thousand each of low-rank and medium-rank pills was undoubtedly an unprecedented feat within the sect's history.

Charlotte asked, forcing herself to speak. Almost immediately, she regretted it. Ethan held up three fingers. That couldn't mean three hundred—it had to be thirty thousand.