Million Dollar Demon Novels & Stories

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.

Back Story. Richard Underhill was the new topic of conversation in New York. No one could escape the fact that the 25-year-old man was turning over a hundred million dollars in stockpiles. The young risk capitalist had an extremely successful year, and he had doubled his fortune within six months. Richard was the handsome, mysterious underdog with black hair and gray eyes that came from nothing and made a name for himself. He's tall, strong, and sharp, and many women had their eyes fixed upon him.

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?"

Her voice was calm and composed even though asking for such a huge amount of money but the latter one was at loss or rather was in disbelief. One Million Dollar was not a small amount to look for but yet she wants so much money. Mrs Zhang felt her knees go weak and she almost fell but Lucy caught her elbow and said "What are you thinking Mrs Zhang? Do you not want your place in the Zhang manor anymore or is it that you just don’t want to give me the money?" "Do… Do you even know.. Even know how huge the amount of 1 million dollars is? Have you ever seen so much money that you dare to ask for it from me?"

Soon, system messages popped up in the live streaming channel again; it was about that scarlet wolf demon meat again. [System: Congratulations to user ‘Young Master Wayne’ for spending $100 million to slice off 1.1 pounds of wolf demon meat.] [System: Congratulations to user ‘Clear Wind’ for spending $500 million to slice off 5.5 pounds of wolf demon meat.] [System: Congratulations to user ‘Houston Family’ for spending $1 billion to slice off 11 pounds of wolf demon meat.] As soon as the news came out, the entire Internet was in an uproar.

I slightly laugh at her, "Hot? Isn't he like 50?" "50? No he's like 32 or something. Like I said youngest billionaire! You know you're lucky that you're Carl's assistant, the rest of us are dead. We all have to step up our A-game. I don't want to lose my job!" Nina says frantically. "C'mon! The guy can't be that bad right?" I ask. Nina simply shrugs. The guy can't be such a tyrant I mean, he can't right?