One For The Money Book Novels & Stories

She tilts her head to the side, her dark eyes narrowing. Grabbing a menu, I ignore her and look over the options. "So if this is a date, are you buying?" She looks up from her menu, hitting me with cold eyes. I shrug. "I guess so." "The BBQ lobster looks good," she mutters, biting her finger. My eyes drift toward the seafood side of the menu finding the lobster. The price is a hard fifty bucks. "That is expensive for a fucking bottom feeder," I scoff eyeing her. "I'm not buying. You are. Remember?" She closes her eyes and gives a bitch smile.

I’m surprised when she says the sum outloud, It’s not a fortune but is more than I thought, something about interest and I don’t really mind that time has helped me. Since we are in a small office I take out my phone and ask Mindy to help me set up the app and that I need a debit card to get some money out. At the end I leave with a generic debit card and he has a smug smile on his face. He doesn’t ask me about my business and I don’t ask about his.

"A contract. Three years, in exchange for full debt forgiveness." The room didn't react. It just held still the way rooms do when something has been said that can't be unsaid, while everyone waits for the sound of it to settle. I looked at the envelope on the coffee table. The *M* on the corner was simple, almost understated. That was the thing about real money — it didn't need to announce itself. "Say that again," Noah said. "You heard me."

] [Male lead Ezra Everton's love meter has exceeded max capacity! [Hidden fortune unlocked!] [Massive asset transfer in progress... 3, 2, 1!] Then a bank notification popped up: [Deposit Alert: $10,000,000.00 has been credited to your account ending in 8888 on May 5. Memo: Future Mrs. Everton Fund.] Six zeros. Seven zeros. Ten million?! I froze. My hand went numb. And my phone slipped from my fingers. Ezra caught the phone smoothly, glanced at the screen, and raised a brow.

"Ma'am, for a purchase of this... magnitude, we would need to verify funds." [Ding!] [Alert: Implicit Financial Doubt detected. Target: Sales Associate. Degree: Moderate.] [Deposit: 10,000 THB credited to your account.] "By all means," Pim said, leaning back. "Take your time." The associate scurried away, her high heels clicking rapidly. Chalida stared at Pim, her mouth slightly agape. "Where did you get that card? And that money? You're playing some kind of sick game."

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

“You just handed me a suitcase filled with cash.” “Yes.” He replied. “This is a classic super villain move.” She said flatly. “Is this drug money?” “No.” “Bribe money?” “Not intentionally.” He answered. “Do you not want the money?” She opened her mouth, then closed it. “Well, yeah. Of course, I do. It’s just… this whole thing is new to me. I’ve never been handed a briefcase filled with cash before. I don’t even think I’ve seen this much money in one place at once.” She snapped the briefcase shut.

Both Zeath and Zachili grunt as they glare at me. “Isn’t the money in cash?” I shrug. “Not all,” Zachili replies. “Some are in form of books in the library.” Hm. Come to think of it, special and expensive books are being preserved in the library. I should have figured that they could represent funds. “But the cash is plenty, which means you’ll need a lot of hands to pack them,” I insist. “You are not going, Mellow, no matter what you say,” Zeath insists as well.

The smaller word count means less coins to purchase chapters, hopefully allowing you to read more often. Love you all ~ Miss L

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.