From Bullets To Billions Novels & Stories

“ I am not giving myself to my boss stop it, maybe he is just generous, or better still, it’s probably from my salary “ I said, she smile gently at me then nodded, before scrooning into the bedroom, obviously to pee. I stare at the computer then my phone, it’s all happening way too fast, maybe too fast, and I can’t digest all at one’s, who’s this man, or maybe a man woman who has so much money to send a mere worker like me $20000 just for clothes and shoe And there is a damn car out here worth thousands if not millions of dollars, I don’t know the sender, my head stings smaking my hands locates it edges immediately as I walk into my r room, for quick ice medications or maybe some drugs that

Kyle attempted to crawl to her. Lila moved back, letting him go. But Kyle hardly crossed a few meters. The physical work was taking a toll on his body. He paused and lowered his head to rest. He heard a snickered coming from his right. The doctor was enjoying seeing him crawl with his hands proudly folded across his chest. "Told you, Lila, the bullets are harmless." He drew his gun and looked at it delightedly. "Another invention of mine— Neuro-sedative bullets. They help sedate the person you shoot. Though it leaves a small wound, it's not lethal."

he said “Continue your shopping spree. I would even thank you for being too lavish.” He said and let out a chuckle. Did I just hear him right? He's not angry. He even looked please to what I did. Is he really that rich for him to see two billion as a penny? With two billion, I can already pay my rent for several centuries. “Let's see if your spending can surpass my ability to earn money. I earn almost a hundred billion a day, can you also spend a hundred billion for today?” I almost gasp to what he said

she spat lowly and I chuckle before taking my attention back to Billie. "In world war, we all know firearms and bullets are used. Let party A represent the fireams and party B represent the bullets. Our company deals in gold ornaments only, creating unique artifacts.. now, it's not possible to get all our potential customers to be together in a place on the same day and time but through Internet, the words have a chance of spreading like wifefire.." she pauses. I place my palm on Janice's thigh and she bit her lower lip before turning to me.

His elite soldiers who were immune to human weapons were now falling, their bodies burned by strange bullets made by the shadowy company Vanguard. "You underestimate modern science, Kaelen," Chloe smiled crookedly, staring blankly at the carnage in front of her. "Ancient powers may inflate your ego, but my family's money can buy bullets that boil your holy blood. Shoot in sight all non-humans!" Chloe ordered her field commander.

My pulse thudded loud inside my own skull—steady, too loud, drowning the sounds from the violins playing softly. Hale scanned slow. “Is that it? Eight hundred billion?” Silence dragged. Long and brutal. My lungs burned. I didn’t dare inhale as I was just waiting for it to all end. At the same time, hoping that Julian won't interfere. Right st that moment, Julian lifted his hand. Slow. Effortless. Like lifting a finger to signal another drink. “Nine hundred billion dollars. Cash.” Gasps tore through the crowd—sharp, and collective, like air sucked out of the room. Heads whipped toward him. Whispers exploded hot and fast, rolling like fire across dry grass.

“How do you even pronounce those figures in words?” “I believe nine zeroes signify billion.” Jessica whistles. “Seven hundred and twenty-six billion. What would you even do with that kind of money?” I shrug. “Invest to get more, I guess.” “One man having that much seems diabolical. Are you sure he isn’t a vampire? How did you meet his son again?”

This new version of her friend possessed a terrifying level of clarity. "The files are on your desk," Elnora said, watching her friend closely. "I didn't know if you’d want to dive right in. We have the quarterly audits, the merger disputes, and—" "I want everything," Robbin interrupted. She sat down, her movements fluid and economical. She didn't fidget with her pens. She didn't check her reflection. She opened the first folder and began to read. For Robbin, the "billions" weren't about the jewelry or the cars. They were about the distance they created between her and the world that had tried to kill her. Every zero in her bank account was another brick in the wall of her fortress.

“And?” “And that makes you leverage.” She frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means hurting you becomes a way to hurt me.” Aria blinked in disbelief. “Why would anyone care about hurting you?” A humorless smile touched his lips briefly. “You really don’t know who I am.” “No.” For the first time, Lucien seemed genuinely surprised by something. Then he walked toward a nearby table and tossed a magazine onto it. Aria looked down. Her breath caught. The cover showed Lucien standing beside politicians and businessmen beneath flashing cameras. LUCIEN MORETTI: THE BILLIONAIRE KING OF NEW YORK. Her eyes widened slowly.

But clearly, why would I pay attention to them when I had a big offer waiting out there for me? They were always a great inconvenience to my life, but well, was there anything better than being a billionaire? Of course not. Whenever the journalists felt the need to attack me with questions, my bouncers were always there to guard me out of their proximity. Soon, we reached my car. I hopped into the backseat, fastened my seat belt. Another good thing about being a billionaire was you never had to talk. Gesturing with the eyes, snapping the fingers, clearing the throat, would do the trick. And right now, a snap of my fingers got my driver to start the car.