From Bullets To Billions Novels & Stories

She ruffled his hair and slid the cigarette stick into his parted lips. "Dunhill cigarettes... nice choice" She whisper as he stared at her in total defeat. What's so special about a hundred billion. He could have more than that from the numerous contracts he had signed. He just wanna bed her, plunge into her tight cute cunt and have the best ride. A hundred billion dollars was nothing. Pulling the cigarettes out of his mouth, he butt the end of the stick to the ashtray and returned back to his work, excitement making him unable to concentrate.

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.”

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.

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.

rolling all over the floor. This time. Only then did these rabble finally react and pull the trigger in their hands. "Beat them to death!! Beat these stinky women to death!!" Naturally, I couldn’t afford the Source Stone etching bombs. Naturally, the steel ball bullets used were just ordinary steel ball bullets. Although the steel ball bullets were much less powerful than the Originium etching bullets, they would be more powerful if there were more of them. Bullets rained from all directions.

Billings Corporations had gone through attacks after attacks; bank robberies, money theft from the company, client poaching, property vandalism, leaking of designs and new brands, but it had never gotten this far. Billings Corporations was a multipurpose company that entailed fashion, banking, construction, real estate, restaurants, hotels, and transportation; which made it easier for people to attack her because she was competing with almost everyone on the market. People hated her, but it had never escalated to murder attempts. She should have paid more attention when that black car drove past her opposite Parker's Enterprises, but she was blinded by her anger and resentment when she left