Forty Thousand Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

I didn’t know much about my father, but I knew the type of man who would leave his only child behind like that wasn’t typically well off financially. “What did he leave me?” I asked, more out of curiosity than anything. A car? A few grand? Hopefully enough to allow me to leave this house behind and start fresh— “Ten million dollars.” My mother just about fainted at the staggering number. I would have collapsed, too, had it not been for Ethan’s steadying hand on my shoulder. “Ten… Ten million dollars?” I whispered. Ethan nodded. “There’s more, but we can discuss that in private. Preferably without the sharks circling us.”

"Forty million?" Aite nodded. "If you give us forty million dollars, we'll back out of this plan altogether." Wilbur snorted. "Well, have you considered that the gold might only be worth a few million dollars? That'd be just a few hundred thousand for each of you split nine ways."

“I-I’m King Dominique?… That’s impossible” Hans stammered in great surprise. How can that be him? That’s not impossible!… “I know that it caused a great shock to you. I understand…. I completely understand your feelings.” Everly gently said. She held Hans’s hands tightly, as she was trying to calm him down while continuing her explanation, “You already know that there’s a lot of things in this world that can’t be explained by science, right?… Just look at me, no one would believe that I lived for a thousand years. It’s simply not possible to happen but still, it’s my reality.”

I woke up out of a nap hearing commotion outside of my room. I tugged at my handcuffs to help me sit up a bit more. I yawned as quietly as I could. Then I slowly started focusing on the commotion outside the room. I heard a woman's voice. It was commanding and harsh. She was talking to a group of men. She was talking about a test subject. Test subject 504F that happened to be my code or whatever you wanted to call it. I heard her discussing with the men that a decision has been made to terminate that test subject. The test subject's powers are beyond what they expected and her powers were surpassing the tools they had to control it. So the test subject had to be terminated before it was out

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“40 billion dollars and ten cents.” “Haha. You’re too petty. I’m calling out 40 billion and 100 dollars. I’m more generous.” “I’ll add 1000 dollars, and that’s the maximum.”

“Don’t worry, I will fuck that rigidity and shyness out of your tiny pussy. I look forward to see what you will turn into in bed.” With he finally undressing himself, I suddenly spot a tattoo right below his navel. It’s an Eastern script, meaning “fortune” and “fate”. It looks exactly like the one that my cohort told me about, the one that she warned me of. I freeze. “Are you OK? Are you ready to do this right now?” Kent checks with me. I inhales deeply, and then look up to him to tell him that I just changed my mind: “No, Kent. I can’t sleep with you now.”