Novel & Cerita One For The Money Book

“The council could use a little regime change. And you’d be richly rewarded for your… discretion.” He snapped his fingers, and a girl brought over a sleek black tablet. With a few taps, he transferred the money — a fat sum that lit up my account instantly. Big money. The kind that bought silence and results. I pocketed my own device after confirming the deposit, smile curving sharp. “Done,” I said. “But remember, Darius — I don’t do refunds. And if she turns out to be more than a toy… well, that’s on you.”

It also made sense why they named themselves after the book, it was what brought them into the realisation of a potential threat. Mum went further to say that the book had powers beyond what the mind could understand, and she mentioned that with the book one could skip the necessary balance. “What do you mean by the necessary balance?” I inquired, barely holding my excitement as she told it all to me. “The necessary balance, um, how will I explain this?” She clicked her tongue severally. “It is a simple term that means magic had a price, it always had a price.” Squinting my eyebrows, I said, “Always had a price? What is the price, how much? How do we quantify the….”

It sounded like an amazing event for anyone, and it was especially remarkable that it was held for these kids. When Michael was finished with the paperwork, he handed it to Rachel and she reviewed it. “Everything seems to be in order,” she said, stacking the sheets into a neat pile and placing them on her desk. “And all I’ll need now is for you to transfer the money over.” “Remind me of the full amount again,” he said pulling out his phone. When she said the number, I nearly choked. I covered up my surprise with a cough hard enough to startle Rachel.

Smoothly ripping the paper from the book, he flashed the paper in my face making sure I would get a clear view of the words in ink. Ten million dollars.

She and Cara had been preoccupied with many other things to check their social media pages. Hana’s fingers curled and uncurled as she waited for the page to load. When it did, a small scream died in her throat. She closed and opened her eyes in case she was hallucinating. But the numbers stayed the same. 1,000 preorders. How come? Cara couldn’t have bought that amount of books. Baba would have noticed. Hana reloaded the page, but the figure didn’t change. She had money. Money Baba couldn’t access. To be fair, the money wasn’t hers yet but once the book went live, it would be hers.

When I inquired about the pricing, I was told to look in the back. The cost of the item was ten dollars. I attempted to bargain for a lower price. I gave a price of $5. She glanced at me and said, "Handsome, you don't have any money, bring the $5." She simultaneously collected the money and the book. She wrapped it and offered it to me, then took out her card and urged me to take it, but I was bored since she talked too much.

Clearing my throat, I sat on the edge of the table facing Rowena and asked, “Why would someone get their head cut off?” She handed me a stock of books, and as I opened them, I saw that it was the pack's accounting books. At first, everything seemed fine, but upon closer inspection, I noticed that some of the money was being withdrawn in small amounts to go unnoticed. Putting the books back on the table, I face the men who are there to give me advice and make sure the pack goes smoothly, but instead, they are the ones creating more trouble for me. “So, will the money get back into the accounts, or will you guys turn out like your friend?” I ask them with an edge in my voice.

Summer asked someone to throw two bags of money on the fundraising site. “Write down: Donated by Cain!” Holton, who was the president of the student representative council, sat at the side and frowned. “The money is all one dollar notes. Are you toying with us?” The woman who was doing bookkeeping got a little angry. ‘What does this woman want?’ “Why? Are one dollar notes not US dollars? Are you discriminating against this money?” Summer smiled coldly.

Rowan said calmly. I completely zoned out for a second, staring at him. I genuinely expected the woman to scream at him. Instead, her eyes slowly dropped toward the money. "Oh." Then looked at me and her expression practically said, How was I supposed to know money was involved? She quickly reached beneath the counter and pulled out a large, worn-out record book. "Oh, I remember that night," she said as she flipped through the pages. "Yeah. There was this man who looked like somebody like you two."

Schmidt! I patted his shoulder and pushed myself out of his grip. Calmly, I handed him the document I'd prepared. "I don't trust you. Not unless you transfer all your assets to me." His eyes darted to mine, but I kept going. "I have no children—just you. But you? You've got a kid and another family waiting for you outside. How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" Neil stared at the agreement in silence, the seconds dragging out. Finally, his voice came hoarse and shaky. "Pulling that much money out of the company... it might not be appropriate."