From Bullets To Billions Novels & Stories

"Ten zeros. One billion dollars." The room didn't just go quiet; it froze. It was a staggering, vulgar sum of money. One billion dollars. It was enough to fund every experimental trial I had ever dreamed of. It was enough to buy the future. Then, the applause hit. It was a tidal wave of sound, a roar of approval from the elite for the man who had just dropped a king’s ransom on a single line of research.

“Then why are we shouting?” “10 billion!” I can barely contain my glee. She gives me an unimpressed look. “10 billion what?” “He wants me to process 10 billion!” Mae just looks at me and seems to use a few seconds to process my words. Her eyes widen in shock as she realises the implication. “Oh. T-that means— “We’re making 1 billion!” This was the biggest transaction we’d ever do. We had a commission of ten percent of each one. “A billion...” She repeated it in a hushed tone.

That evening, the Ravenswood estate glowed magnificently, like a palace amidst the forest. The bright golden lights stretched across the vast garden, illuminating the path leading to the grand entrance. Classical music played softly, blending seamlessly with the luxurious and powerful atmosphere of the event. A crowd of noble guests gathered, their luxurious cars lining up at the gates, ready to enter the world of one of the most prestigious families in the world.

Hundreds of bullets tore through him, turning his body into a bloody pincushion. He was dead beyond all doubt. Ray cursed inwardly, 'Damn it! This bastard burned through over ten thousand of my bullets! Good thing my ability is special. With proper preparation, using it doesn't consume any energy at all. In theory, as long as I have enough ammunition, I can grind down any ability user to death.' Ray walked over and pressed his hand down. A warm current surged into him. It felt so good. At the same time, a powerful desire began to swell. His eyes quickly flushed red.

He was no longer wearing a shirt, and his abs, which I was totally right about being well sculpted by the way, were on display, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Was it legal to have such a perfect body and face? He was probably tiny down there, or worse, he probably wasn't smart. But that was unlikely because we'd both had a conversation and if my brain is correct, he talked intelligently. So tiny down there it is or not. I noticed the large bulge in front of his trousers. "The only thing I want to drink now is you." He said, looking intently at me. His pupils looked dilated. Oh.

The gavel hovers over the block. Mom grabs my hand, and raises the paddle. "650 million!" She yells. The crowd erupts in murmurs. Mr. X looks at us, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his mask. "700 million," he counters. "850 million," Mom fires back. I stare at her, stunned. We don't even have that kind of money. What is she doing? But before I can stop her, Mr. X raises his paddle again. "1 billion." The room falls silent again.

"Sir, you crossed the line and caused the collision. It's your fault…" He cut me off impatiently, "No, you're obviously at fault here. When you see a multi-million-dollar supercar like mine, you're supposed to move aside. Now pay me for the damages!" I almost laughed from disbelief. Great. A professional bully. I pulled out my phone to call the traffic police. Before I could dial, the man, Saul Matthews, shot me a contemptuous look and grabbed my wrist, stopping the call. "Calling the cops won't help. My wife has serious connections. I want 200 thousand dollars right now. Call your family and sell your house. If you make me mad, I'll ruin you!"

I was lying in bed when I got a text. “I have all the information you need”. “Meet up with me and along with twenty million dollars”.

His chin widened and a sinister smile appeared on his face. “I will pay you twenty billion to satisfy me!” The words were like bullets and bombs. I could not hear again. “What?......”

She found herself unable to quit laughing for some reason. "I'm serious." "And who says you aren't?" She stood to her feet sharply, startling him. "You are a fucking billionaire, how can you not have any investments, you mean to say your acting career and your father's work automatically made you a billionaire, who the hell do you think you're kidding?" She challenged him.