One For The Money Novels & Stories

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“Maerilee, if you are meant to have four Ones, you’re still missing two.” The room falls silent once more, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. My relief evaporates, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. I hadn’t even considered that possibility, that there might be more to this than just Akin and River. But if Permiton is right, if I'm truly meant to have four Ones, the matter is yet to be settled.

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.

she informs with an arched brow. "Too much, Ma!" I shake my head, pulling away from her. "I have to work, see you guys later." I back wave as I head outside. So for my plus one I need a female that is smart. Has a banging body. Funny. And mother approved. My boots scuff to a stop on the concrete. Where the hell am I going to find a woman like that? Maybe I can pay someone, or do a mail order bride and send her back in a month.

He pauses, then adds, “Motherfucker.” Epicurus smiles tightly. “Fine. What a waste. At least my house will become more valuable after today… since there will never be another Grant Carlson design ever again.” Epicurus raises his hand and flicks a finger. From off screen, a forklift drives up, loaded with foot-tall blocks of what appear to be shrink-wrapped stacks of hundred dollar bills. “Jesus,” Mailin gasps. “What?” I ask. “Each one of those blocks? A million dollars. Cash.”

"Let's get it visible where we can all see it." Klempner leans over me, looking over my shoulder. "I know this platform," he says. "It's a messaging and video system popular with those who don't want to sign up to anything and who don't want to be traced. James, do you have a screen recorder on this machine?" "Absolutely." I open it up, then click the link... A short, simple message appears. One million. You agree? I startle at Richard's sudden voice by my ear. "The money's there and available. It's being packaged now."

The muscle comes before the thinking. "I was dumped," he admitted bitterly. "You were left in silence while inheriting the name. There is power. "The family. "I never asked for any of that," I admitted. Genesis cocked his head. "But you took it." You experienced it. "While I withered in a vault. AVA

It was embarrassing enough that it had to get to the extent of formally begging for financial assistance. Three years ago, when at his wit’s end, her father, Samuel Johnson, had gone to the bank seeking a loan. Back then, it was termite season and his furniture store had suffered as a result. His store stank of rotten wood and no one wanted substandard goods. He had a huge loss that year and he could not recover in time to cater for Evelyn and Josh’s tuition fees. At long last, the bank granted his request after he had used his store as collateral. Unfortunately, it was past time to pay and two million dollars was an amount that he did not own. The bank was after him and it seemed Mr. Kent w

he repeats again, “you know why am here and I wont leave until you agree to help me”, Ben turns to Tan, “can you give us a minute?” he asks him “sure”, Tan then excuses himself. “how much money do you need, any amount and I will wire it to you right now”, I hope this will work, even though I have offered Ben money before, he doesn’t respond. Ben lets out a laugh, “you know what the problem with you is, you think Money can buy anything but guess what, you cant buy me”,

“To what do I owe the pleasure, ladies?” Mr. Charming chuckles. “I like her.” Mountain Man simply snorts. “Watch your tone, woman.” I casually cross my right leg over my left and stifle a yawn. “Do me a favor and cut to the chase, alright? It’ll save us a lot of time. How much money do you want? I’ll cut you all a check and we can be done with this.” One-Eye glances behind him at the man seated in the shadows. It’s only for a moment, barely even a look. “We’re not after money.”