Money Untold Essence Book Novels & Stories

She breaks out in a cold sweat and feels as if the floor at her feet is opening up. "Damn…" she mutters in despair, emptying everything on the floor. "It's gone, Mom... the treatment money is gone." She doesn't have to specify anything, Mirella knows Jeffrey has taken it. "I'm sorry, so much... sorry Arya, I didn't realize, if you had told me, I..." rambles Mirella without finishing the sentence. She throws herself on the floor and helps to look for her daughter, but finds nothing. "Ayden will kill me..." whispers Arya, stunned. "I'm sorry, mom. This... this is wrong. I have to find my dad and ask him for the money, he must understand what it was about your treatment."

I walked to the kitchen to make a cup of mint tea and after consuming it and took two allergy pills and I feel a little better. I heard chatting In the living room and I head in there, I wasn't expecting Katie home so early and with a guy!. My eyes widen at Miss perfect sitting next to a man, he's handsome though but she didn't told me she had a boyfriend. "Hello sorry for interrupting" I said waving my hands with a little smile. "Jada you're home early" she said surprised. "Yes and so are you.... Who is your friend?" I asked being nosey. "This is my boss Liam Prince and this is my little sister Jada" she introduced us.

"We paid every debt. We balanced the books. There is nothing left for you here." The Owner tilted its silver head. "Dead? No. The Shop is merely... reorganizing. You see, Elara, the universe is a closed system. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. When you 'canceled' the debt of the South, that energy didn't vanish. It was concentrated." The silver figure pointed a finger toward the children. "The Golden Blood isn't a miracle," the Owner whispered. "It is the Unclaimed Interest. It is the sum total of every soul-transaction that was ever voided. Your children are the largest accumulated profit in the history of the Firm. And I am here for the dividend."

Ben spun the tablet around. The number on the screen was so large it looked like a typo. $4,320,000,000,000. Four point three trillion dollars of concentrated, weaponized supernatural currency, backed by the cosmic authority of the Ledger itself. "It's not just money, Jack," Ben said breathlessly. "It's pure, refined obligation energy. The Ouroboros hoarded it for centuries. It's the equivalent of three dying stars." Jack felt a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. He didn't need to be a True Alpha to wield power. He was a billionaire. He was a capitalist. And he was about to buy Earth's freedom.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

“William. To what do I owe this… dramatic convocation? If this is about the old business, my lawyers” “Your lawyers are irrelevant,” William stated, his voice low and final. He nodded to Mimi. Mimi placed the tablet on the table, turning it to face Thorne. She tapped the screen. It came alive with a digital scan of Tunde’s cloth-bound ledger, the handwriting horrifically familiar. Next to it, a cascade of financial transactions, flowing from a Zurich account labeled ‘VERITAS’ to a shell company, then to another, finally landing in an account tagged ‘J. Bryce – Project Legacy.’ A third window showed the encrypted chat logs between ‘The Benefactor’ and ‘J.B.’

There was no way she was going to tell Carol she had overslept as a result of staying up all night trying to finish up an article. Specifically, because Carol disliked excuses. “Excuses won't do the job,” she'd always say. “I'm sorry,” Emily finally spoke reverently after Carol gave her a sideways glance. Carol ignored Emily and pulled out a file with a picture on it, dumping it in front of her, “Rex Hale. Billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him.” Huh? Emily frowned slightly as she flipped through the pages. Clearly, this wasn't what she had expected.

That phrase should come with a health warning, especially when you’ve had nothing to eat since morning. We were deep in the capital of the Crescent Moon Pack—the elite heart of Ares’ kingdom. Every store glimmered like it had been polished by baby angels, and every step we took was over marble that cost more than my entire college tuition. “Fine,” Penny said, turning to me with a dramatic sigh, like I was the one inconveniencing her. She reached out and handed me a small black box. I blinked, confused. “What’s inside?” She smirked like the devil’s own apprentice. “You’ll find out very soon. My little gift to help spice up your first night.”

I clicked open the bookmarked page: Supernatural Registry-Report a Non-Human, Save Humanity. Corny as hell. But the reward posted at the top was not corny at all, a whooping $250,000 for confirmed capture of a verified non-human entity. Two hundred and fifty freaking grand. That was more than enough to fund my lifestyle without my parents breathing down my neck, without their lectures about my “habits” and “reckless spending.” They don’t get it. They have never gotten it. They think I am just some spoiled kid blowing through their money like water, and maybe I am. But so what? Money is there to be spent, to be enjoyed

she asked. Nodding my head,I sighed as the line finally moved, moving even faster now that the barrister had successfully collected the woman’s number, and she had left. “Yes, they did. Two thousand five hundred dollars,” I told her. At least, that was the price I saw in the other card attached to the envelope Ellen had sent with the fruit basket. Maybe the payment was why I didn’t want to jump on the opportunity to attend, because I didn’t want to be seen as some gold digger all over again, or Asher thinking that he had been right all along.