How Much Do Brass Knuckles Cost Novels & Stories

he said. “What went wrong?” Bo laughed out loud and I had to smile. “More money in this business,” he said and looked intently at me for a while. “How much you charge?” “For what?” “Come on, man. I ain’t stupid, the guns and knives and shit you buy from me, I know people are dyin’ cos of you,” he whispered. “That depends on what you want done,” I said. “No offense now. I dunno how good you are, but word on the street is, if you want it done, you get Jericho,” Bo said seriously.

“Uh-uh! That’s going to cost ya!” Sasha huffed. Everything in this goddamn place revolved around money. Thankfully, Zen’s meals were free. “How much?” The weaponsmith held up two fingers. “200 credits?” she asked hopefully, and the man pulled a face. “2,000 credits,” he growled. “You didn’t think my skills were that cheap, did you?” Sasha grimaced. 2,000 credits was a lot of money for someone who had to eat in the academy. Thankfully, there were no death penalties for the lower floors and seeing how Sasha earned a lot from Zen’s Rainbow Egg strategy from the Egg Hunt, she could afford this.

As such, I gave him the briefest summary. Soren nodded. "I'm glad it's back home, then. Take good care of it." "I definitely will. I've already ordered a custom-made safe to keep it in." How could I not? The bracelet was worth 40,000,000 dollars in the end. No commoner could afford even a single piece of jewelry at that price. Soren chuckled quietly. "Aren't you going to wear it?" "No way! It's too expensive!" If it broke, that would be goodbye to 40,000,000 dollars!

“About 350 in supplements and vitamins. I eat for free at the Shell and I’ve been going to breakfast with one of the brothers in the mornings. He always pays before I can. I guess you could say my food bill for the last few weeks has been about 10 bucks.” “Going? As in meet him there? Or on the back of his bike?” Scrapper asked. He had always been more controlling and condescending than Knuckles. Maybe that was why she and Knuckles had a better relationship. “Which one would piss you off more?” she grinned and he stepped towards her. “To quote the girl, fucking bitch goes down.” Brute said stepping between his son and niece. “She could lay you out when you were kids, pretty sure she could kn

However, only insiders knew about these dealings. Finn glanced briefly at the bracelet and asked, "Is it authentic?" The shopkeeper nodded and responded, "It has been verified as genuine." "What's the estimated value?" "The counter price would probably be 27 million, but here, we can only offer up to 20 million." Scarce items were considered valuable, and later, they could be sold at an even higher price. "We’ll take it." The shopkeeper nodded and carefully placed the bracelet aside. Finn did not look at it and continued examining the firearm in his hands.

His brain ran fast, and after some calculations which were accurate to the decimal point, he said, “But the cost is very high. The budget for a finished product costs twenty-five million and ten thousand dollars.” Sienna had eleven subordinates, which meant that it would cost two hundred and seventy-five million dollars, after forgoing the decimal, if she wanted to get a bulletproof vest for each of them. Sienna did not even move her brows and replied without hesitation, “Okay.” Anything that could be solved with money was easy. She should be able to afford this huge expense using the Universal Atrium’s operating income during this period, as well as her income from participating in the vari

The owner's smile widened as he realized Vic was a serious customer. "Well, how about this one?" He gestured towards a knife and continued, "This is the Buck 110. It has a strong brand heritage, it's handmade, and the handle is crafted from brass and nickel for a comfortable grip. It's perfect for cutting through bird bones, branches, or skinning animals." 'He probably thought I was going to use it for hunting,' Vic realized. She nodded in agreement and asked, "I like it. How much does it cost?" "It's $100," the owner replied.

I asked Rose. Rose had me pull up a website which sold bondage furniture. Adjustable crosses were $1600, stocks were $800, punishment benches were $700, display/whipping posts, $800. Master had put all of this stuff together in one piece of furniture and it replaced all of that stuff. There was an elevated punishment bench for $3100. One bench, though elevated, over three grand. There was a metal horse padded thing for $3200. I could even see where some of those things could be added to his, like a cage, $600, or stuffed and stuck stockade, which went for $750 for a metal one. I could even see add ons or attachments to what we had, people could pay extra for, like spreader bars.

Jack, along with the other knights, stepped forward to inspect the notice with keen interest. "The Knight Basics class costs 25 bronze coins a month, the Knight’s Essential is priced at 50 bronze coins, and the Knight’s Form class is set at 75 bronze coins," Jack muttered as he studied the board. Aldo added, "There's also an optional class called Knight’s Etiquette, but it costs 50 bronze coins." A slight frown appeared on his face. The realization that these classes were no longer free sparked discussions among the knights, as they exchanged thoughts on the newly introduced fees.

"Something like this—a silver-enhanced crossbow with specialized bolts. Light enough for you to handle, powerful enough to take down much larger opponents." I stared at the image, hope flickering in my chest. "Where would I get something like that?" "There are specialty shops in the city that cater to non-alpha werewolves. Expensive, but effective." He pocketed his phone. "Of course, you'd need money for that kind of equipment." And there it was—the catch. "How much money?" "For a decent setup? At least five thousand." Five thousand. I might as well have asked for five million. "I don't have that kind of money."