Liquid Death Dead Billionaire Flavor Novels & Stories

Everyone was curious about this mysterious and absurdly wealthy buyer. The hashtags #BillionaireBaby and #RichestLiveShopper trended almost instantly. Jenna laughed gleefully. "Look at that! I'm trending for spending too much." Kelvin peeked over her shoulder. "What did you buy now?" "Just a few gifts for the employees. And some extras." "How much is a few?" "Over a billion," she said, sipping her juice casually. Kelvin's jaw dropped. "You spent a billion?!" Jenna winked. "Well, if the old man wants to destroy me, I might as well have fun while I'm at it."

"Now who's being stupid? You can't shoot a United States senator they'd lock you up and throw away the key." "What do you think Gideon and his guys are gonna do to them, invite them out for a beer?" " I don't wanna think about it." "So don't, you want some ice cream?" "Ice cream, he has ice cream in here?" "Did you look in the refrigerator? Dude was planning for Armageddon." "Yeah, but ice cream wouldn't it go bad?" "Who knows what goes on in the head of the rich and crazy? I'm sure he has it restocked every few months or something."

“Let me guess. Dylan’s texted you seventy-six times?” “And Mike’s a close second.” Sip. The alcohol hit her taste buds like a tsunami of flavor. It felt weird to drink this early. Weird was becoming her default waaaay too fast for comfort, but if that was her reality, she’d embrace it. Especially if it tasted like Irish crème. “Fuck ’em. I can’t believe they—man, Laura. Billionaires? I mean, they aren’t gorgeous enough, but they have to be secret billionaires, too? Your life is like a cross between General Hospital and Desperate Housewives with a touch of Fifty Shades.”

She put her hand on her ear and whispered the information she gathered about the five men so far. When Ryan heard the information, her eyes widened in shock. “IS THAT TRUE?!” Ryan shouted, sitting on four legs. If she has a tail, it’ll probably wag in excitement. “I heard that they are rich. But not to that point!” “Believe me, my friend, my heart of capitalism beat so hard when I learned that my possible brothers-in-law are billionaires. I dreamed of bathing in a bathtub full of dollars.” The two crazy women looked at each other and laughed so hard.

“Did you see anything in the room at least, that could help you Identify him? I hesitated, the watch flashing in my mind. “I know he's rich, like filthy rich. He had a Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime on the nightstand.” Laura blinked, “I've heard that name before,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Isn't that Scott's dream watch?” She asked. I nodded, my chest tightening. “ It is.” “Oh Linda, I'm so sorry for bringing him up.” She apologized. “It's fine,” I said softly.

After the funeral when the guests went home, they waited for Azazel to go.He was quiet. Speaking to no one he just left after paying the condolences.Katrina wiped her tears the moment he left and said, "What is the plan?"Just then her phone rang and she answered the video call speaking happily, "Hello, love.""Hey. What happened. Why are you crying?" Rocco asked in a worried tone."Oh, its nothing.""Tell me, KK. What's bothering you? Are you in a cemetery?""Alexandra died," Katrina mentioned when she heard the anxious voice of her boyfriend who exclaimed, "What?"Darby walked by and spoke, "Brother, I will tell you everything."After talking to Rocco, Katrina made all of them disappear and they

Slowly patting my shoulder she left leaving me shocked, shivering and… of course scared. ------------------------ “Oddio! I can't believe it Zariyah you really hit a jackpot. I mean you’ll get to see the living greek god, Denver D’Angelo. But I’m feeling happy and sad for you at the same time, love.” Bella averted her eyes on me carrying a plain look on her face. “Why? Is anything wrong?” I asked hesitantly. “They say the D in Denver stands for the devil. He is a ruthless billionaire who never espouses an iota of fallacy at his workplace. That’s what I’ve heard.”

My face remained an absolute mask. The weak, crying boy who used to beg for Adrian’s love was dead. The man standing here today felt nothing but cold amusement for the pathetic creature pleading on the floor. I leaned down slowly, crowding his space until he was forced to inhale the sharp scent of my expensive cologne. It was the exact same scent the city's most powerful billionaire had been kissing off my throat just an hour prior.

There were more names, more contracts, more worlds to build and break. ​The girl who made pancakes was dead. And as I turned my attention back to the glowing screen of my monitor, I realized I didn't miss her at all. *** ​The dust from Lucas’s public execution had barely settled when the reality of my new life began to assert its true weight. It was one thing to destroy a man; it was quite another to lead an empire. The Smith Tower wasn't just an office building; it was a vertical city of ambition, ego, and whispered treacheries. My father, Richard Smith, had built this world on the bones of his competitors, and now he expected me to breathe life into the cold machinery of our retail divisio

I needed to keep an eye out for my driver. Ben followed. — He hesitated. Fidgeted. Then, he finally spoke. "I… first, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry." I raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He took a deep breath, looking everywhere but at me. "My dad, Mr. Brooke, is the second richest man in the country." His tone was laced with bitterness. "Filthy rich. But never home." Still, I said nothing. He scoffed. "He has mistresses. Many. But only one legitimate child." His jaw clenched. "Me."