Liquid Death Dead Billionaire Flavor Novels & Stories

"Oh, please! I'm nothing like those sickly annoying cliches the teenagers fawn about. Tell me one thing that's cliche about me, I dare you." I smirked at him. "Hmm... let's see." I thought for a while and made a show of counting my fingers as I started listing out. "For one, you're that cliched youngest billionaire, the most eligible bachelor." I made finger quotation gesture at that. "And oh, how can I forget the arrogant, rude, ruthless, cold, stone-hearted, cru-"

Greg shouted. “$700 million!” came another voice. “$850 million!” “$1 billion!” said the Alpha licking my lips. He was infamous and was aggressively harsh on bed. He's rumored to buy women for sexual benefits and hundreds of Lunas have died in his bed. Was he going to be the one to purchase me? I shook my head violently. “$1 billion going once… going twice…” “$10 BILLION!” A voice Echoed from behind. The room froze. All heads turned.

I stated coldy "Y...yes m...miss"she said and bowed her head I threw the corpse of the dead puppy and walked to my room I turned on the shower and within minutes I was done bathing I caught a glance of my reflection from the mirror I can't believe am young and f#cking rich Penny the only billionaire whose so lonely Since it was still already late...I wore a transparent nighte ...I climbed my king size bed and drafted off to sleep TBC

Elias asks, head tilted. I smile again, a secret burning behind my teeth. “To remind the world that sometimes, the dead don’t stay buried.” And as I watch the last light of the city shimmer through the window, I whisper to myself, “Jake Donovan... I’m back.”

Snorted at the last. I continued, “I’m back from the dead. Literally. And I have more money than their egos combined. But I need help with information. Accounts. Digital skeletons. Secrets. Hidden dirt.” He studied me. “You’re serious.” “I’m ten-million-dollars serious.” His jaw dropped. I slid a brand-new dime across the table. “That’s your retainer.” He laughed. Laughed so hard he choked on his latte. “Oh, Krystal,” he said, eyes shining now with something new. “I think this is the start of something dangerously beautiful.” I crossed my legs, one perfectly polished shoe tapping the floor of the coffee shop like a metronome of danger.

let the story build up so when Steamy McSteamy starts to strip naked, you will feel all the hotness which will get your toes curling and your fingers scrolling your screen back and forth. Pheww... did that get you hooked already? nope? okay, bear with me as I tell you a story about our Madam Billionaire. A story so strikingly beautiful that I might have a contender to mine and Luka's. This is a story about our filthy rich madam who will have her struggles after the death of her beloved father.

Nothing tacky and nothing excessive. Well… maybe a little excessive. But it was my birthday, so who cared? Twenty-five. Some people panic at that number. I don’t. I’m filthy rich, heir to Villaflor Empires, owner of Villaflor Industries, self-made billionaire. Food productions, telecommunications, even businesses that practically print money. Life has been generous. Still, birthdays have a strange way of making even the most confident man reflective.

He was familiar with the past. He was familiar with Greg's reputation. The one the world couldn't get enough of. The ruthless billionaire. The man who never stayed too long with anybody. The one who had it all, but never really cared about being close to anyone. That image had long been embraced by Greg years ago. It was easier. There were no expectations held for him. No promises. No vulnerability. No explanations. He had made a few errors. More than he could have cared for. He used to believe that success would take the place of anything else.

“I was willing to share my chick with him but he lashed out on me. Foolish nigger, that’s what the dead guy is. But it’s all fine though. He left all he had in my name. Now I can go to parties as much as I like, do all the shit I want with all the money I need… Why? It’s because my dad is fucking rich and fucking dead all at the same time. That is freedom. You can relate too, Bruce. Your parents were rich too and I forgot to add… dead too.” I knew what was coming, a punch.

Was this the lipstick that Kirk had in his pocket? Hastily, she shook her head and dismissed the thought. How could it be? Brie came from an affluent family. Kirk would never have any connection with her. Besides, this brand of lipstick was very popular these days. There were hundreds and thousands of others who had the same lipstick. She had no reason to believe that Kirk was connected to all of them in any way. Caroline found it all too confusing. Seeing Caroline approaching her, Brie harrumphed. "I heard that you've been quite the spectacle these days. You kicked the boss of an electronics company out of town and even squeezed 50 million dollars out of him."