Money Magic Novels & Stories

The style was plain, but it was thoughtful. Freya remembered her mom mentioning that it would be an unlucky year for her next year. Her mom told her to wear more clothes and things with her lucky color, which was blue. Before she could buy anything, Ryan gave her this. “I still have something to show you.” Ryan pulled her over to sit down. He entered a money-managing application on his phone. “Didn’t you say you don't know enough about me? This is all the money I have. There are stocks, funds, and some treasury bonds…”

My head was spinning with thoughts that I never quite considered to be worth problemizing over. "Can you stop that?!" banging on my temples with the palsm of my hands, trying to dispel wild thoughts that were uncessesary at the moment. I walked to the living room. The coffee table was also mahogany. “This woman is obsessed with mahogany.” I said picking up the remote control for the flat screen TV. It turned on quickly. The news flashed in front of my eyes. “Two people dead in an explosion,” the reporter said, “according to eye witnesses, the children of the deceased couple were able to run away from the house, right before the explosion.”

“Use that.” My eyes are shining brightly seeing the card. My brother used to give me a cash. There is a limit spending it… how about Jeoff’s card? Ahahaha. I love you Jeoff! Opsss… I didn’t mean on that word. I get the card and feel its texture. How much do you have my beloved Jeoff’s card?! Hihi. I am rich for five months! I can treat my friend for this. “Thank you, Jeoff!” I blurted in happiness. Why money can make someone happy? I pout. What did my brother say? Money is the sixth sense that can fulfill the desire of our five senses. It has a point.

Try to cultivate a calmer, steadier temperament. Looking at her, I deliberately slowed down as I said, "By the way, I stopped all of the credit cards in your name. From now on, I'll tell Mr. Chase to give you a monthly allowance of 50 thousand dollars. If you spend it carefully, you'll still be able to buy a few new handbags every month." For an ordinary person, 50 thousand dollars a month was a huge amount of money. But for someone like Jenny, who was used to spending millions at the drop of a hat, it was the biggest insult.

“That’s the power of money, Amara. Nothing in this world can’t be bought with cash.” He said matter-of-factly as he moved even closer, then suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “What do you mean?” Amara asked, trying not to get flustered by his touch. “It means that if you have money, the whole world can bend at your feet. That’s what I realized when I became who I am now. If you’re poor, even if you beg on your knees, no one will give you what you want unless you work your ass off for it. But if you have money, you get whatever you want with just a swipe of your card or a flick of your finger.”

Malory said. “Wait hold on a minute, the cards never decline unless they run dry of money, so what you are basically trying to say is you have completely exhausted a five hundred thousand dollar card in barely a week?” Jace said in utter shock. “Yes duhh, that's not a big deal and never dare you raise your voice at me again all because I spent all the money you gave me, or are you forgetting I have to look good for you? Maybe you should do better at raising the money from five hundred thousand which is clearly not enough to about a million dollars or two” Malory followed up.

“I notced that you are highly eager about magic.” She rolled her eyes at em and laughed out loud. “Are you trying to gaslight me now?” “Not really. I am being very serious.” “The first stage towards being a magician is liking magic.” She replied hastily, ticking her fingers. “I did not become a Doxante because I loved magic. In fact I never believed that magic was real when I was younger.” “Oh, that is interesting. So how did you end up here?” “For the money.” “Money? Doante’s get paid?”

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

Priscilla yawned, "How do you have so much energy? You've been listening attentively the whole time. Did you get answers to all your questions?" I nodded. "Another day then." "Alright, I'm off. I can't afford to skip this class, or Maria will dock my allowance. I only endured this boring class because of that." Priscilla pulled out her earplugs and headed out. "Let me tell you, in this world, money is the most reliable thing. Money should be your closest companion!" I shrugged helplessly at her comment, secretly agreeing with her. Money does make the world go around. Without it, achieving anything is nearly impossible.

Lucinda quickly took the money from her, glancing at it with wide eyes. "What's money?" she asked in a dumb way. "It's what humans use to buy things. They use it to measure their wealth. If you don't have money, here you can't buy anything or go anywhere." Medusa explained. "Money... is such a powerful piece of paper; how do I get one?" Lucinda asked. "Here you have to work to earn money and each note has its own value. Anyone that has millions of these notes is rich." Medusa said with a toothy smile.