Nifty Fifty Hours Novels & Stories

Comments flooded the live chat. 'Is she dumb or what? Why isn't she grabbing the cash already? He's got HIV for god's sake!' 'Girl, it's 50 million. You don't need to worry for the rest of your life!' I kept my head low. My shoulders were trembling slightly. To Jesse Fleming, I seemed to be shaking from rage, but I was actually suppressing my laughter. Since he was about to die, all his wealth would eventually be mine. So why should I just walk away with 50 million?

Bingo! (It’s not really formed solely by dinosaurs, there’s a whole concept of extreme pressure and temperature, tectonic movements, all other factors but for the sake of ending the conversation, I’ll just agree with you. Okay? Okay. Cool.) "Alright. Have a good weekend, Sophie." He smiles before leaving to the next cubicle, preying for updates from my other team members. I check the time on the desktop, it's fifteen minutes to 1pm. Normally on Fridays, I always go home at 1pm sharp because at this awesome Fortune 500 company, we only work half-day on Fridays.

Philip asked. Fennel replied, “Three years.” Three years? Philip frowned. He did not have so much time. If he wanted to enter the fifth zone, it seemed that he could only learn and grow faster than the others! “Is it possible to enter the fifth zone within one year?” Philip looked at Fennel and asked. Fennel looked startled and stared at Philip. He said, “Are you kidding me? One year? The fastest record holder is Fulton Hash. It took him two years to complete all the lectures and training for the fifth zone.”

“He’s offering $5,000 for just a one-hour private session. You wouldn’t want to—” “Of course I wouldn’t miss that!” I interrupted, flinging my bag to the floor without a second thought. “Where is he?” $5,000 for an hour? That’s more than most people make in a week. All I had to do was give him a lap dance, maybe throw in a few spins on the pole. Easy money. And let’s face it, I wasn’t going to say no to good cash.

Felt that? So what if one day, when fairy tales and happiness are too absurd for you, someone offered you-- Not a fairy god mother, not a witch, not genie, not a mist... but just someone who can make you happy, offering to make you feel it again. But of course nothing lasts forever. Only fifty five real happiness, real wishes. Once you feel happy for fifty five times, the ones who came to make you happy will be disappear like they never happened. You have to continue as if they never existed. Would you take it or would you leave the offer and find your own happiness?

--- Dylan was already at home earlier at around 6 PM, as his company usually closed by 5 PM, and he wasted no time in returning home after having a hectic day at work, as some of his company staff had resigned due to the huge fraud theft of some missing funds that went on in his company. When Dylan stepped into the living room, he met Florence and little Richard in the living room watching the television, and he sighed after Florence greeted him. He asked Florence, "What of Rosie? Isn't she home yet?" "No sir," Florence had nervously replied to Dylan, and Dylan finally walked away using the living room stairs as he went back upstairs to his bedroom. Dylan took out his phone and browsed throu

It’s incredible that I accepted such an invitation on my first day here. But it’s too late to back out now. The polished mahogany door opens. Natali enters as if nothing happened. “—Hill!… remember, we leave at three today,” she informs in a saccharine, unbearable voice. “I… I’m sorry, Natali… go ahead… I have to work. And please, knock before entering,” Sam whispers, as if I were deaf. “What?… what are you saying, Sam?” she questions, pretending not to understand.

“Fifty-fifty.” I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “You’re wasting your breath.” Silence stretched briefly across the line. Then she dropped the number. “Five thousand dollars.” My fingers froze on the wheel. “…How much?” “Five thousand,” she repeated slowly. “One hour. Private room. Some rich college boys. Easy money.” Five thousand dollars. That number sat heavy in my chest. Phillip and I were still saving for the wedding. Every extra dollar counted—venue deposits, catering, honeymoon flights. Things added up faster than we expected.

" I felt something inside me snap. I stood in the shadows, feeling like a laughingstock that had been stripped of my dignity. I had worked diligently for five years and never complained. I did the work of three people, working overtime until dawn without ever daring to ask for overtime pay. I negotiated discounts to save the company money and pushed through projects even when I was sick, just to meet deadlines. Looking back, it seemed I was the biggest joke in the world. "Alright, don't worry about her anymore." Grant yawned. "When you get back to the private room, remember to offer her another toast. Butter her up, okay? We need her to slave away on that big project next year.

in an era of time where slavery was an approved trade, Naomi and her family were constrained to the Stanley's family, noble, respected. That is, until the fiftieth year. The fiftieth year was symbolic for freedom and every slave was free to leave if they wanted. But can Naomi and her family last till that year without things changing drastically. She tells her story, from some time where things took a different turn from the normalcy of her life. 22years into the fifty years, 8 years to the fiftieth year.