Money Magic Novels & Stories

Bobbi stated. “What if I told you that this score will make us almost twenty-five million dollars apiece?” Aaron said with a small smirk. Everyone’s eyes bulged at the figure. “How?” Anthony asked with intense interest. “We hit the Federal Reserve Bank,” Aaron answered. Has he lost his mind? “Bullshit,” Anthony scoffed. “That’s way too risky. You’re talking about robbing the actual monetary system that backs up this country’s financial institutions and government,” Bobbi stated. “Risky my ass. It’s impossible,” Margo said.

Mandie said I smiled and began explaining the fake platform. “It is this way…. if you invest a particular amount of money, you will get ten times the money you invested for example if you invest 1 million, you will get 10 million and so on." “What! are you sure of what you are saying?"Claire asked with her eyes wide as saucers. “Of course, I have no reason to lie to you guys. It is the secret of my wealth, I do not make money only from modeling," I replied.

they all looked at me surprised but I just smiled and continued: “I want to fill his ego more and make him brag about it in front of his friends more and more everyday and at the same time, keep the girls from going to his friends by any means” Marie raised her finger interrupting me: “That will need a lot of money” “Money is not an issue” Jack and Kevin said at the same time that got Marie and me knotting our brows. “And then what?” Kevin said, looking like he was afraid of what I would say next. I smirked back at him and I saw jealousy sparks in his eyes again before saying: “and then comes me on the day of the celebration”

"Please lend me some money later. I'll treat you." Monique looked at the text message she had sent and smiled bitterly for a while. Even she had to borrow money to afford to treat someone to a meal. In this way, she was not qualified to be worthy of Henry! Although money was not omnipotent in her heart, in reality, money was absolutely impossible for her. Monique read the text message for a while and then sent it. Then she turned to look at the scenery outside the window. In fact, she couldn't see anything.

~*JUNE*~ I stare at my phone screen until my eyes start to water. The numbers don't change. They remain fixed there, glowing back at me like some kind of miracle I don't deserve. Ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand freaking dollars staring back at me from a credit alert from Macaulay Media Group, like it’s completely ordinary, like my balance didn’t just go from pathetic to life-changing in a single notification. I blink. Then I blink again. The numbers don’t change.

"Naomi? Where is that fool? What on earth is she doing?" David's roar rang through the office. Naomi stumbled over, looking as pale as a ghost. "No, David…" David bellowed, "Tell me! Why wasn't the payment made? Are you in finance just to sit around? What good is it if the money isn't moving? This is a 60-million-dollar order! All the company's funds are tied up in it! Are you trying to destroy the company?" David's chest thumped with anger, and he raised his hand as if to hit her.

I redialed, terrified that Margaret's face would become a canvas for their cruelty in the next second. The call connected again. I was on the brink of breaking. "Henry, I'm begging you! Just believe me this once! Margaret and I are being held hostage. Please, pay them ten million dollars to save us!" This time, he didn't hang up immediately. I dared to hope. For a fleeting second, I thought he might finally believe me. But then Henry's voice came through again. It was colder than ice. "Ten million dollars?" A soft chuckle. "Well then, I guess I'll wait until they kill you both. I'll get you two ten million dollars at your funerals by then."

The whispers came, gentle, patient, certain. All debts must be paid.

“It’ll be at a monthly interest of 1%. If that works for you, you may sign the contract.” “You can raise the interest. I need the money now!” He made a few calls. When he returned, he immediately drafted the agreement. Two hours later, I had 4 million dollars in my bank account. I gave Mr. Taylor a call. Before I could say anything, he started ranting. “Mindy, stop making things hard for me. Out of goodwill, I didn’t even charge you for the late fees incurred by the warehouse! The payment has to be made today, or never!”

Maria yelled from over the phone, already seated with her earplugs in and an eager smile. “Mexico, here you come” I echoed before a brief pause where she hefted s sigh. “So what now?” She asked, a little taken aback by her question, i snorted- “I don’t really know” I flatly said, her words narrowly making its way into my thoughts. “i mean i have ten million d in a safe. I have fucking money that can last me till i die probably but i don’t even know what to do with it?” I chuckled slightly.