Million Dollar Demon Novels & Stories

Marcus cut in, his cruel satisfied smile widening. "I'm not here to argue with you or listen to any of your demands. I'm came to deliver the terms of your little vacation." Her stomach dropped. "What terms?" He casually leaned back again, like they were talking over coffee instead of in a freezing, stinking cell. "Your boyfriend, your shiny billionaire prince charming, better be ready to cough up fifty million dollars. Cash." Samantha stared at him, certain she'd misheard. "Fifty million… what? Are you insane?"

“This!” Gasps from the crowd echoed throughout at this very moment. “It worked?” “How is that even possible? He actually paid six hundred and twenty-five million dollars?” Those from Morgan Financial Group became so terrified, to the point where they almost fell to the ground on their hinds. The ashtray in George’s hand fell onto the carpet with a loud clang. This… How did he meet such an amazing mega tycoon the very first time he came to Country H? Out of everyone there, Mandy was the most shocked.

________________________________________ Xandra woke up seeing the handsome figure in front of her as she gasped clutching the comforter in her small hands. She tried to get back from him, she feared him. "Alexandra, it's me. Don't be afraid," he tried to make her calm. "Yea, it is you whom I am afraid of," she answered giving him pains in his immortal heart. "This is true that I am an Immortal... An Immortal Billionaire, you would say," he scoffed at his last sentence as he walked towards the window. "I hide it from you and every possible person I could. But I am not an evil person, Alexandra."

The bed I'm lying on is squeaky while the blanket and covers are smelling like rotten eggs. Since I can't sit up, I just move uncomfortably on the bed wondering how I ended up here. However, I can't seem to remember anything and as my thoughts continue wandering, the old door creaks open and a ragged looking man enters. He's grinning like a maniac as he walks towards the bed and I wait for him, anticipating what he's about to do. All I pray for right now is that he doesn't hurt me! “How is our little miss billionaire?” he asks and the odour coming from his mouth hits my nostrils hard, making me to look away. I can't speak because I have a tape on my lips and I just wish he takes it off. I'm

"Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God." "I am a god." "Oh yeah, which one?" "The one." He all but bellowed. "Yeah? So was Ahura Mazda but we haven't heard fuck all from him in centuries." "You dare?" Now he's frothing at the mouth, this is like a bad as fuck B movie. I'm expecting the crazy fuck doll to come out of the woodwork any minute now.

And the nurses couldn't do anything without money. I looked at the next page. There was a number at the top. $500,000. It was written in bold, black ink. Five hundred thousand dollars. It looked like a phone number. It didn't even look like real money. I’d never seen that many zeros in my life. I’ve spent my whole life worrying about five dollars for a bus pass. I’ve spent weeks crying over a fifty-dollar utility bill. And here it was. The price of my soul. I looked at the number, and then I looked at Darian. He was watching me. He knew exactly what I was thinking. He knew that number was the only thing that could save me, and he knew it was the thing that would destroy me.

I see Eva and Elodie also showing off with the numbers. I smirk. Now is the time to teach mother and daughter a great lesson. “Seventy million dollars.” As they hear me, they turn their gaze and scoff. Yeah, I get it. They must be thinking I am just fooling around with them and I don’t have the money to purchase the necklace. “One hundred million dollars!” Go ahead, Elodie, let's see where your arrogance takes you. Don't worry, I've set a perfect trap just for you. “One hundred and fifty million dollars.”

She couldn’t move, she couldn’t lash out more than she already had, and I knew it was eating her alive. “Twenty billion dollars for number one.” Devon’s voice cut through the muttering crowd. The entire room buzzed with shock. No one else raised a bid. This was it—the bidding was coming to a close. I looked over at his wife; she was shaking, already crying. “Twenty billion dollars by Devon Remington, going once, going twice—” “Fifty billion dollars for number one.”

"No, Grimes, I can't get enough. And, by the way, I'll be very clear: I'll only tell you everything that happened, everything, when you pay for it." I stared at her, dumbfounded. "Pay for it? What do you want, Alessia?" She smiled mischievously, as if she already knew the answer. "What do I want? Well, it's nothing you can't afford. One hundred thousand dollars." She paused, watching my reaction. "That's right. You're a billionaire CEO, right? You won't care about a sum like that, will you?" I stood still, staring at her with hatred and disbelief. "One hundred thousand dollars?" I repeated, my voice tense. "You destroyed my life for... for five thousand dollars. Now you want a hundred thousa

You could hear a pin drop. "Wow, anyone else…" The lady host said and trust me when I said this, the room became quiet, like drop dead silent. Fifty million had apparently scared everyone else away. "Well, The Necromancer has been sold to Mr. Damon King for fifty million dollars." She said and Damon turned to look at me, a smile on his face which looked triumphant and slightly smug. "Well, one of my little presents for you cupcake." He whispered into my ears and my body shivered, not with just excitement, not with just shock but something deeper, something that made my stomach flip.