From Bullets To Billions Novels & Stories

“But I don’t… understand…” “Homework,” I said. “I expect this directory topped up at least three times weekly.” Her eyes met mine and I adored the sight of the confusion clearing. “You said you had a million,” I prompted. “I’m sure you can manage three a week.” “More than that,” she said. “I have more than a million. I have a billion. A billion billion.” “And now you have the holes all broken in for the real life dramatisation.” I rubbed my cum back and forth across her puffy slit.

I softly said tears strolled down upon my cheeks. I jumped from the top of the building as the f*cker's men caught me with ease. "I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love," I whispered upon the wind. "Only to find out you were the one holding the gun." He whispered as he turned his back with a war on his mind.

Such a nice and bright young man with endless future prospects disappeared from this world just because he had awakened a power that could stand in the way of someone’s ambition. “It’s more than that,” Fynn continued scrolling, “They were afraid that after we realized what their bullets were made out of, we’d start producing soothing bullets to counter them. And no matter how limited our production of soothing bullets might be, it would certainly be several orders of magnitude larger than their production of black bullets.”

And he doesn't like to lose. “One hundred billion dollars!!” Baze calls out, his voice firm and controlled. The audience falls silent…

He insisted to have more men following his only son in case of moment like this. This time, three bullet proof cars in their back, dashed out. It was their back-up. The bullet proof cars deliberately smashed the cars that blocking the road. The gangsters worried for their cars. They tried to save their cars, but it was too late. It was already wrecked. They fired, but their bullets were almost running out. They could not beat the bullet proof cars of a billionaire. They clearly underestimated Bill. Now, that they don’t have enough bullets and their cars were already useless, how could they escape?

Below, the city remained in shadow, awaiting the dawn’s magic. As minutes passed, the skyline slowly emerged in silhouette against the shifting colours. The towering buildings, symbols of human ambition, cast long shadows across the parks and avenues. The distant hum of traffic broke the morning stillness, hinting at the day to come. Ethan stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, watching as the city below transformed from darkness to light. The sun reflected off the glass buildings, filling his office with warm hues of gold and orange. As New York came alive, the sounds of the streets began to rise—horns honking, people moving. The morning energy was contagious.

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?

We spent weeks afterwards cleaning up the mess those two had left behind. That's when we found out we'd only touched the tip of the iceberg. The filth ran far and wide and by the time we'd scraped the bottom of the barrel we'd unearthed names of dignitaries and high ranking businessmen and women not only here but abroad. The most horrific thing I think was how far back the shit had gone. We're talking a century or more here. The fuckery read like a Victorian novel, maybe something people would've read to their kids to put fear in them and keep them in line.

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.

Bang! "Wahhh! I don't want to die," Irish said while holding Maggie, covering her ears in bullets noises. Basil showed up and starts shooting their way. He was facing twelve men in front and two of them are aimed by his bullets. Bang! Bang! "Damn it!" Basil hides again recharging the magazine of his gun. They are keeps on shooting their way with their AK49 guns and Basil's cars filled with holes because of bullets. It seems their guns are unlimited in bullets.