From Bullets To Billions Novels & Stories

I asked shyly "No." he answered "Our bullets are advanced technology made in our secret lab. They electrify the body when made in contact but those don't kill. There are ones made to paralyze and there are ones used in war to temporarily shut down the body and one that instantly erases memory. The mafias now are not into bloodshed but there are a few who do use real bullets." I was relieved that they weren't into bloodshed.

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."

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.”

With a pull of the trigger, I shot the three of them… one bullet piercing their skulls in a straight line. I looked at my smoking pistol—our advanced weapons development was truly successful. The sound of the gunfire caught the attention of the others. Soon enough, they gathered below and looked up at where I was standing on the railing. I didn’t waste any time and jumped down, swiftly landing in front of them. I observed their pale expressions and shaky hands. Guess my reputation does precede me. Stretching my neck, I watched them squirm. “I saved my bullets for a chosen six,” I announced while they tactically circled me and I stared at them individually.

Feeling frustrated and misunderstood, Felix replied, "You guys are bullying me. What if my boss finds out and stops giving us late-night benefits?" "Looks like Third Leg doesn't know what's going on," one user teased. "What a clueless guy!"

he teased and I hit his arm. "I'm not a crybaby." I defended myself, sniffed and the tears off my eyes with the back of my hand. "Yes, you are." he insisted and I frowned. "Fine, you are not. I have good news by the way." He started. I got off him, and made a serious face. "Drum rolls! Let's have it." I urged him. "So..the thing is...the AR learning glasses made it to the 'Billion league." We have made over six hundred billion in over a month and in a few weeks, we are going into the trillion league." He announced and impulsively, I screamed joyfully.

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."