Money Magic Novels & Stories

Getting money from Cara was as difficult as ever. "What kind of emergency requires a one-time payment of 200 thousand dollars? Ada, you're not making excuses to ask for money, are you? 200 thousand dollars is no small amount. Please attach a detailed list of expenses, and I'll approve it then. For now, it's rejected." I explained to her that it was an advance payment and that the itemized bill wouldn't be available until Mom was discharged from the hospital. Cara smirked, feigning sudden understanding. "Oh, I see. Everyone in my family is quite healthy, so I really had no idea at all. But purchase requests are very strict, and bending the rules like this won't do.

" I refreshed the banking app right in front of them. My parents collapsed when they saw that. "It's real! It's really real! There's really 100 million dollars! It's ours! You'll transfer it to us, right?" Mom stared at me with desperate hope in her eyes. "You're my sweetest daughter—you always have been. You won't let me down, right?" I let out a cold laugh. "Spare me. Didn't you already announce to the whole world that you cut ties with me? We have nothing to do with each other now!"

"Your next gift is this box. It can only be used by you, and no one else. When not in use, it will shrink to matchbox size.” “What if I lose it?” I asked, inspecting the box in my hands. “It’s magic won’t let you lose it. Whatever you wish will be created inside, and it will grow to the size needed. But remember, reality will correspond.” “And that means?” I met her eyes. “You may wish for a debit card with ten million dollars. The card will appear, but it’ll be connected to a real bank account of a real person. If you wish for a car, it will appear, but it’ll belong to a real person.”

My mind starts to race. Three million naira doesn’t just fall into your account by mistake. Not in this economy. Not in this lifetime. People work themselves to the bone for months, some even for years and never see that kind of money sitting casually in their balance. My first stupid thought is that maybe the bank glitched. Maybe some technical error threw money into the wrong account. It happens in movies and novels, right? But I shake that off for just a second. My second thought goes to Nathaniel.

Jane stabilized her emotions before reassuring her: "Maya, calm down. The email said we have to send 10 million dollars to that account within 24 hours, so they're for money, Just give them the money then! A problem that can be solved with money isn't a problem at all!" Maya replied irritably "10 million dollars in a day! Where am I supposed to get that much cash?” Although she earned a lot of money, she spent a lot of it. She had to Keep up

5,000 gold coins can only be exchanged into 1 mage coin! [Woah! That is one grossly overcharging practice. It is daylight robbery to charge that amount of money for single coin.] " I never thought that learning magic is a money-burning course!!!"

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?"

No, it can't be me. Money is everything. ******* TBC

"It's called money. They use it to buy things in their world." I stared at the paper, my brow furrowed in confusion. "Money? What is it for?" I asked, not understanding the concept. My mother smiled, her eyes dancing with amusement. "It's used to buy all sorts of things," she explained. "Things like food, clothes, jewellery, even magical items." "But here in the magical realm, we can create food with a snap of our fingers!" I protested. "Why would we need money when we have such an easy way to provide for ourselves?"

“This is too quick.” “Welcome to my world,” he replied smoothly. I looked at the phone again. The money sat there in my account like a dream. My heart was still beating fast, but something changed inside me. That kind of money… It could solve half of my problems. It could buy peace, comfort — maybe even happiness. The money just changed my mood. Completely. Money is truly a mood changer. I smiled faintly, trying to hide my excitement. “Alright then,” I said, forcing a calm tone. “Let’s go do this fake proposal.”