Her Voice Was Full Of Money Novels & Stories

And just when I thought, it was over for my mouth, I heard a voice that sounded like an angel. "I'll buy her, for a million dollars!"

Her hair was bright red and her bitchy makeup was quite annoying to look at. Putting her hand inside the jacket's pocket Genelia remembered she had a disguise of man plus she had no money with her. "I don't have any money!" Purposely making her voice deep she spoke as the lady in front of her made an annoyed face. "Then who fucking allowed you in, You beggar?" The lady yelled causing a disrespectful push to her making her body back off from her place.

Her sweet voice came through. “... can't you take me with you?” “Is that a yes?” His mom said, totally missing his words. “That's a good boy. Bring mama loads of money, okay?” Bring mama loads of money? What did she mean by that, was that some sort of praise?

A metallic sound coming from the speaker as if generated by a machine. "I want you to put thirty percent of your company's shares up for sale." The voice was measured, calculated, each word a dry blow. "Or your wife, Vivienne, will find out that your former daughter-in-law is sleeping with her husband and that he went to the United States to fuck her one more time." I stood up from the chair. The blood boiled. "You don't know what you're talking about."

I cupped his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks, He was burning up. “What if I say your voice aches my ear? I can’t die when I still have your money to spend…” “Narat…” I whispered his name like a prayer, voice shaking so hard it barely came out. “You better be alive to spend it all, you greedy little bunny. Every single baht. I’m holding you to it.”

Her voice rose again, this time sounding almost desperate. “A million dollars?” she said, her tone sharp and incredulous. “Where am I supposed to get a million dollars?” Her words lingered in the air, and Armani found himself thinking about her, even though he knew he shouldn’t. He tried to focus on his original purpose, but his mind kept drifting back to the woman with the fierce blue eyes and the frustration in her voice.

Just enough to make her throat tingle in that oh-great-now-I’m-definitely-going-to-die way. “Okay, okay,” she said quickly, raising her hands in surrender. “Just so we’re on the same page…I don’t have any money. I’m broke. Like, can’t-even-afford-N*****x-with-ads broke. The only thing I own is a dilapidated house that smells.”

Ivy voiced her concerns, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and desperation. The figure scoffed at Ivy's mention of money and dismissed her accusations as childish. "Money? Childish? Ohh yeah, money is part but not your kind of money. Ooh, and you see all this as childish? Interesting," the lady replied cryptically, her tone dripping with sarcasm. As Ivy struggled to place the voice, it felt strangely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. "Why don't you just reveal yourself if you've got the guts," Ivy challenged, her impatience growing.

“What’s going on?” Her throat tightened. “You haven’t sent my monthly payment,” the voice continued. “You’re late.” “I know,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry. I’m doing everything I can.” “This isn’t about apologies,” the voice said. “It’s about money.” “I promise I’ll pay,” she said urgently. “I’ll get it.” “My patience is very thin,” the voice warned. “I don’t have time to go back and forth.” Her hands trembled. “Make sure my money is ready before the end of the week,” the voice said. “Is that clear?”

“Who’s there?” “You heard me.” The voice had a thick New Jersey accent. “What did you do with the fuckin’ money?” My arms gave way and I sank back to the floor panting. My mind edged toward unconsciousness and my voice dropped to a whisper. “What money are you talking about?” “The money you took from the girl you killed, asshole.” The room swirled and faded to gray. My head rocked from side to side. I tried to think. “I haven’t killed anyone.”