I'm One In A Krillion Novels & Stories

Hello! If you reach this part, then I love you and thank you for going all the way here. This part is to thank everyone who spent their time and money to read One In A Million, thank you so much! Writing this one wasn't an easy game. I spent three months writing it while classes are ongoing. I've experienced mental blocks and severe headaches several times while going on with the story, but it was all worth it knowing that finally, One In A Million reached its ending.

It was once my entire life, the source of all my pain. Now, it was covered in cracks, on the verge of shattering. Looking at it, all I felt was relief. I spoke the ancient, cruel incantation. "I, Freya Miller…" Killian's body trembled violently. A choked sob escaped his lips. "…reject you, Killian Blackwood…"

My name was engraved in silver foil: KRYSTAL MCLAREN Tier A Ultra Black Client • Global Vault Network I took it like I was being knighted. Except instead of royalty, I was apparently the owner of ten million dollars in a world where bread probably cost less than air. I was confused. Deeply, fundamentally confused. Yes, I won that ten million dollar lottery. I knew that. But now? The way the manager said things, the way the system behaved—the way he treated ten bucks like I could buy half of Manhattan?

I can bet that with my life. She'll break when she finds out she has been sold in return for power. Krystal won't go anywhere without me. In this field of dangerous game, it's only I that can help her. She needs me badly and I need her as well.

Richard logged off the computer and decided to quit for the day and call his friend, Parker, and grab a drink instead in the beautiful weather outside. Richard closed down his office, which he rented in an enormous sky scrape on the thirty-eighth floor of a company that rented out storage space and offices for small companies and one man's company as for himself. Richard Underhill was the CEO of his business, R. Underhill Incorporated Company, aka RUIC! And he had just reached one of his life goals: closing a hundred million dollars, and he had done it all by himself while trusting his ability. And now, he would begin to chase after his life dream, becoming a billionaire before thirty.

How cute! Mei wanted to look like those strong female leads of some stories, so she stood in front of him proudly with all her confidence that she muddled up. She wanted to get his attention but she didn't know how her foolish act has lightened up his insider devil. "1 Billion" The moment Kyro set that unbelievable amount, Mei got slapped back to reality. She can't spend this much amount on a freaking dress. Even though she was from well off family but she can't risk it, when she's the only one unemployed in her family.

- KILLIAN - One of the things I detest the most in this world is having to keep my desire for someone a secret. Having to let myself secretly hunger for the attention of someone I want the most when all that I am burns for her. When she knows that I am clearly and absolutely hers.

6 YEARS LATER; "Lisa, are you really certain about this? I don't think I wanna go in there, no... Don't leave..." Kiara yelled, but it was already too late. Her best friend had already pushed her in, and when she raised her head, there were so many faces staring at her. How many people had turned up just to hear her speak about herself, and see her in person. Thousands of people! Kiara thought because the sight right before her was unbelievable. She had expected hundreds, but got thousands.

"Much softer than a carpet, too." As Kapoor walked away, laughing aggressively with Kiara, the massive oak doors opened wider. A literal line of ten more ruthless billionaires stood in the freezing rain, completely mesmerized, eagerly waiting for their absolute turn to aggressively step on the bleeding, completely broken King.

Pain exploded in my face. I crumbled to the ground the second his knuckles landed. But instead of fighting back, I laughed. I laughed so hard I could barely breathe. “I deserve it!” I cackled like a madman. “I fucking deserve it!” I wasn’t just a random man on the street. I had a following—over 500k on I*******m. Enough to be recognized. Enough to draw eyes. On any given day, at least one out of twenty people I passed would recognize me.