Money Magic Novels & Stories

-" Good evening Mr. Gerald, can I talk to you for a moment." -" Sure." -" I would like to work in a friend's club; I need to save some money just in case." -" In case of what?" he asked. -" I don't know, I might need it in the future, I also need to buy some stuff." I lied. -" You can use my debit card for that." -" No, definitely no. I can't take your money." I retorted. -" You won't. You will just borrow money from me until you got paid for the mission you are assigned and then give it back." He explained.

Densely packed financial statements, bank transfers, asset transfers, and shipping lane and dock transfer documents rolled past one by one. The entire crowd watched in dead silence, not daring to blink. Martin was completely dumbfounded, his mouth hanging wide open in shock. Because beneath all of those documents, in the most prominent position possible, was my name on every single line. I looked at Martin's reaction with satisfaction and snapped my fingers. The screen shifted once again. In the report, a single line of text was exceptionally glaring. [Martin's current assets: 0 dollars [Current total debt exceeds one billion dollars.]

Mandy said with a deep meaning, "If you leave now, I am afraid that it will be difficult to ask for money next time." Henry nodded. "You are right. Then what do you mean, should I ask more?" "Even if you want more, where is there a big money tree?" Mandy chuckled. Henry’s eyes suddenly became very bright, and there was a greedy light inside. “The Denmark Group... there should be a lot of money?” "That cannot be measured by money." Mandy said, "Don't say the Denmark Group, as long as you keep asking him for help, you will have a lot of money that you cannot spend in the future! You are really willing to give up like this?"

“The money transferred by Master David? Is it a lot?” “Yes, it’s a lot! More than we can imagine.” “How much?” “Three trillion!” Magus replied. “H-How much?” Marigold thought she had heard wrong. “Three trillion Star Dollars!” Magus confirmed again. He had recounted this number no less than ten times. At first, Magus also thought he was seeing things, but after counting it over and over again, he was sure he had counted correctly. What David transferred to them was indeed three trillion Star Dollars.

How did I even miss that message? “You really are a dumb, doc.” He commented watching me checking my account after a month it has been filled with pretty large sum. Money is not new to me. But, after three years of constant struggle for it, it has become a bright star which we can see but cannot touch. I gasped watching that star in my hands now. I am rich. “I can’t. “ I whispered still trying to gulp every zero I saw. “The money stays whether you want it or not. And I am not listening to another word against that.” He snapped.

Even though I have gone through all this trouble, there are still parts of me that fear that my parents will find some loophole to take everything. Megan Jones is a Wall Street wonder kid who made a million dollars in her first year of trading. She also pulled all of that money out of her trades and put it into savings accounts that continue to add money to her account. She also still trades and has made half a million this year.

MAVERICK “What’s this for?” I hesitantly took the cards and a piece of paper wrapped around it. “My credit card. If you want to buy groceries or coffee or go shopping.” “I have money, Lake. And I don’t do shopping sprees.” I gave it back to him, but I only got a stare. “Fine. I’ll keep it before you put holes in my head. What about this one?” I flipped a debit card. “It has fifty thousand in it, and I will send ten thousand monthly.” The way he said it was as if we were not talking about money worth thousands of dollars.

Yvette ignored him and said, "There are 1.2 million dollars here. From now on, I'll transfer 1.2 million dollars to this card for you every month. When you buy something, remember to record how much you've spent. After all, my money doesn't grow on trees." That was also a lesson he had taught her before.

Mason nodded. "I know. That's the money I earned myself." "You earned?" Nyla repeated. The couple stared at Mason in disbelief. How could a five-year-old possibly earn that kind of money? Damon frowned and crouched beside him. "Buddy, do you know there's 1 trillion dollars in that account? Do you understand how much that is?" Mason shook his head. "No... but it really is the money I earned." Damon asked, "Then tell Daddy, how did you earn it?"

I experienced something that was very similar to memory loss, which is why I couldn't stop ruminating on the subject. "This amounts to almost $1,500 each and every single month. Sincere question: do you happen to be aware of the current balance in your P****l account and how much money is accessible there? Because of the hard work put in by your employer, there is no doubt that you are now a billionaire!"