Making It Count Titanic Novels & Stories

Carol was not expecting Titus to make such a request. She bit her bottom lip and did not dare to meet his gaze. But Titus lifted her chin even higher and stared at her. “I’m going to count to three. If you don’t say no, I’m going to take it as a yes.” Of course she would say no! Just when she opened her mouth to refuse, Titus said, “Three. Time’s up.” Screw him! What a shameless b*stard!

She tilted the bed up a few degrees with the control on the rail. Dizziness swarmed; I rode it out. “Count backward from a hundred in sevens,” she said. “Rude,” I muttered. “Ninety‑three. Eighty‑six. Seventy‑nine. Seventy‑two. Sixty‑five. Fifty‑eight. Fifty‑one. Forty‑four. Thirty‑seven. Thirty. Twenty‑three. Sixteen. Nine. Two. Negative five if you’re feeling adventurous.” She made a note on her tablet.

" She smirked. Vivian looked at it with surprise. Her eyes were about to pop out. In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《E T H A N E V A G A N Z A 》:《29》 《T O K Y O: J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ WINTER ANGEL OF DEATH ○ ××××××××××××××××××××××××××

“What the hell? Where did you get all this?” I didn’t answer. I just bent down and started counting. "Help me count. Hurry." She hesitated for a second before kneeling beside me. We counted in silence, our hands shaking as we flipped through the stacks. And then— "Holy shit, Billy!" Tiana gasped. "It’s exactly two hundred and fifty thousand." Her voice barely registered in me. I just sat there, staring at the cash. I knew it was a lot, but… this much?

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Shop was exactly what we did. That’s just how Jessalyn and I are, and that’s our love language and the only time we ever really get along. We could walk around and shop all day and never get tired of swiping any card as long as it was neither of ours. And this time it seemed that Jessalyn wasn’t holding back and it seemed like she was shopping with the intent of trying to max out Octavious’ card but it wouldn’t work because well, Octavious is worth billions.

Minus Waking up next to Cricket this morning was at the top of my list of life’s great moments. Unfortunately, the feeling was short lived as a sense of dread crept over me. We hadn’t exactly finished our conversation last night. Far from it. I still had one key detail to fill her in on, and I knew she wasn’t going to be happy about it.

The message contained only one word: [Follow] After reading the message, Ximena’s confidence surged, and she raised her paddle again. "200 million!" "300 million!" "400 million!" "500 million!" Ximena held her ground, not backing down, until Sebastian called out with a firm voice, "1 billion!" The room erupted! "Oh my God, 1 billion! Does Mr. Vanderbilt really want Yun's Aromatic Codex that badly?" "I've heard that there are treasures hidden in the Yun's Aromatic Codex. If the treasure is found, spending a billion would be worth it."

Alice leaned over the steering wheel, already in position. I adjusted the seat backward to leave more space for myself. I gently parted her legs and let my tongue trace slowly along the delicate seam between them. Alice couldn't hold back anymore and began moaning, sometimes softly and sometimes loudly. Her moans sent a shiver straight to my bones, and I ached with a deep, swelling need. Then Alice asked in a troubled voice, "Why does this feel worse? I feel so awful. You have to help me. Give it to me. Please."

A thousand yard stare, “We went through hell and back together, after all.” Alastor bit his lip to keep himself from literally asking what could she possibly mean by that, but he had a feeling she doesn’t want to talk about that, maybe someday she’ll come tell him... still, he couldn’t trust himself to break the ice, especially with something that felt like the tip of the iceberg that took down the Titanic. “What are you going to do after this conversation?” she suddenly asks, and when he stared, concerned, it was as though the shadow was never there in the first place.