From Bullets To Billions Novels & Stories

Theo spoke with a tone of extreme generosity. The maximum denomination of this blank check was a hundred million dollars with a minimum of one cent. It meant that Woody could write up to 999,999,999.99 dollars. That was just one cent short of a billion dollars! Nobody would care about that one cent. So in essence, he could get a whole billion dollars! "Mr. George, what do you mean by this?" Woody furrowed his brows and unhappily said, "This wasn't what I wanted. It's clearly not the Obsidian Flame Grass."

I was glued to the spot, my mind racing with a single thought. That bullet aimed at me.

And if what Avon was saying was true, maybe this is the answer to my family’s financial problems. "Well, all you have to do is—" She handed me a red card. "Let a billionaire purchase you."

Adrian yelled. "Together, everyone! Open fire!" Mya yelled. Rat-ta-ta-ta-ta! A hail of bullets rained down on the zombies. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!! The bullets easily went through the zombies, but they still pressed on as though they felt nothing. Rumble… The earth shook as five thousand zombies appeared within Enigma City. "Damn it! Guns are useless against them! Have we awakened a zombie nest, sir? There's a whole swarm of them coming out from the city. Hang on… F*ck! They've got cavalry too!" Brett yelled as he fired his gun in a sweeping motion.

“Thomas likes to go on and on about his old-money-got-beaten-by-new-money talk.” “This is not some joke! I am serious. The new money invests themselves in industry, technology and business, the real stuff that can actually make a difference in this world! They raise their kids who only sleeps 4 hours a day to survive in their fierce peer competition. They are beating us in almost every aspect.” Miss Irwin is shocked by our conversation. She carefully phrases her own protest: “But Sir, don’t you think it’s the best for your children to follow their heart and pursue their own dreams? If Kent really like humanities, why not?”

Leaving the bar with a wicked smile on my face, I headed home to prepare for the call. Scarlett’s POV I've been going all over town, asking anyone and everyone for help. But it seems like all my efforts have been in vain. I can't believe how hard it is to come up with the money I need for my sister's surgery. I've gone to every bank and lending institution in the area, but none of them are willing to loan me the amount I need. I even tried to sell some of my own belongings, but everything I own is worth so little that it wouldn't make much of a difference.

"I've already started dealing with the Jordans. What are your thoughts on that?" I paused as I was momentarily thrown off. I had almost forgotten about them. The thought of the Jordans made me frown. "I cut ties with the Jordans a long time ago." He nodded in acknowledgment. That was not what I meant either. I was talking about my 30 billion! No one was going to stop me from getting rich! Seeing the confusion on their faces, I excitedly rubbed my hands together. "When are you transferring my 30 billion?" The room instantly fell silent. As the three exchanged glances, I started to panic. "You're not thinking of backing out, are you?"

“Do not let the crazy fucker get you in his crosshairs. Liborio Bartoli is a better shot than my brother. He has this corridor blocked off and he’s now saying he has the crew and Presley barricaded in the kitchen and unless we all leave, he will continue to shoot every single person who comes down these stairs. He has enough bullets to wipe out our entire team one by one. He also said he has no problem shooting Presley to save her from a lifetime of your abuse.” “He’s insane.” “It would seem so.” “I know a girl he’d be a perfect match for,” the thought of Ramona’s twitchy eye flicked to his mind and he shuddered. “We need to find another way in.” “Is there another way in? Can we find a way t

“I want someone who won’t fall in love with me. One who understands rules. One who needs this as much as I do.” Her stomach churned. “And what do I get in return? A fancy ring? Your name?” “Twenty million dollars.” His voice was smooth. “And your aunt’s hospital bills, paid in full.” Camilla froze. Her breath hitched. Roseline’s pale face flashed in her mind. The doctor’s warnings. The bills are piling up like walls around her. Her throat closed. “That’s not fair,” she whispered. “Life isn’t fair,” Adrian said, his gaze unflinching. “This is business.”