Million Dollar Demon Novels & Stories

She was wearing a blue gown and nude makeup which accentuated her beauty. "Ten Million dollars, are you ready?" Miller's husky voice sank deep into my system. My gaze left the young lady's sight to that of my best friend. "What for?" I asked, seems I was missing out on something. "Lure the lady in dating you for a week, and get a compensation of ten million dollars." Miller raised an eyebrow, his lips full of smirks. I don't know what game he was trying to play, but I was going to beat him on this. After all, I was hot, classic, and handsome. I was literally every woman's dream. I mean, who wouldn't want to date a billionaire?

Desmond pulled me with one hand and said, "Don't leave, don't! I'll give you money! 500,000 dollars! What do you think of it? If you settle this matter for me, I'll give you 500,000 dollars!" The onlookers were stunned. 500,000 dollars? Oh my god! The rich are indeed different. As the old lady who was trying to extort Desmond heard he would give me 500,000 dollars if I could take care of her, she immediately cried and shouted, "Hey, come and see. Someone is being unreasonable here! He hit me and wants to run away." At this moment, everyone knew the old lady was a blackmailer. I said to Desmond, "500,000 dollars? Get in the car now, step on the accelerator, and drive her over. I'll dispose he

It was not just his imagination, he had really said those words. He had never witnessed this kind of audacity even back in his billionaire circle in Miami. Heck, not even in the Mafia. “Dante group is one of the biggest in the country. We recently crossed one billion dollars. You would get a nice slice of that,” Cassio said. “You look like an exposed man. So you understand the significance of this.” He would have laughed if he was not so furious. One billion dollars? Primrose stood up. “See you in the car, Simon.” She said, and strolled out.

He wasn't as interested in the drink as he was in the beautiful girl, but he would take that game to the limit. Elena sank into her seat, losing her victorious posture. "Keep going. This son of a bitch needs to lose to me sometime," Damon assured with a small malicious smile. "Are you sure?" she asked, somewhat insecure. "Of course. Don't embarrass me." "No more bids? Going once. Going twice. Going..." at that moment, the master of ceremonies began to close the sale, but was interrupted by the firm sentence coming from table five: "One million dollars!" Wow.

“Monitoring your accounts. Waiting for you to break.” I pulled my hand back, the card staying in my wallet. She was right. That money behind the glass might as well have been on another planet for all the good it did us. I was a billionaire who couldn't access his own fortune, rendered powerless and trapped by the very digital footprint that had built my empire.

“And I’ll pay you ten million dollars.” “What?!” Nicole yelled, her voice echoing through the room. She stared at him in disbelief, her mind scrambling to make sense of what she had just heard. Was this man serious? “Excuse me,” she said, shaking her head as if trying to wake herself up, “is this some kind of sick joke?” “I don’t joke,” Gabriel replied flatly, his expression unchanged. “Give me a minute, okay?” Nicole said, sinking onto the couch as her legs suddenly felt weak beneath her.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.

When I looked up, he was in full demon mode—horns blazing, skin smoking—and my ATM card was melting in his hand. “Paimon?! What’s wrong?!” He stormed over and grabbed me by the neck. “I gave you ten million dollars,” he growled, voice low and furious. “For a lavish life! Not so you could give it all away!” The apartment trembled. The lights flickered. His hand seared against my skin—I couldn’t breathe. My fingers clawed at his wrist. My vision started to fade. “P-Paimon... l-let... go...”

Sawyer mutters nervously. "Wonderful! I will buzz you through to him!" says the lady on the other line. "Okay" Sawyer mutters as she waits. She soon hears music while she waits on the other line. She wanders over to the hot dog stand to get some quick lunch before she had to pick up Shelly. She was starving. She did not have any time to get breakfast. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ "Two dollars and thirty cents" the man demands to her. "But I only wanted one hot dog" grumbles Sawyer. That was pricy for one hot dog.

"I've already started dealing with the Jordans. What are your thoughts on that?" I paused as I was momentarily thrown off. I had almost forgotten about them. The thought of the Jordans made me frown. "I cut ties with the Jordans a long time ago." He nodded in acknowledgment. That was not what I meant either. I was talking about my 30 billion! No one was going to stop me from getting rich! Seeing the confusion on their faces, I excitedly rubbed my hands together. "When are you transferring my 30 billion?" The room instantly fell silent. As the three exchanged glances, I started to panic. "You're not thinking of backing out, are you?"