Ordeal By Cheque Novels & Stories

He said in a low voice, "There is only one outcome for cheaters in a casino. Death. You can forget about getting the money." Bill's body surged with powerful spiritual energy and threw a punch at Wilbur.

His vision darkened as he landed, and he fell unconscious. "Dax!" Pain throbbed in Chester's chest. He wished to check on Dax, but his left leg had been broken, and there was nothing he could do. At the same time, everyone else could not contain their anger as well. Then, Yooda turned around to loom over Chester. "Well? Got anything else to say?" Chester took a deep breath and said coldly, "Evil has never triumphed over good. You're going to pay for this."

“Here. This is a cheque of one hundred thousand dollars, for your co-operation and good deeds.“ Nora held the cheque. This wouldn't just be able to take her out of the country to anywhere she wanted, it was enough for her to tour the world, with an additional seventy thousand dollar change. But still, she tore the cheque to two pieces. “My reward is in heaven, and I was merely repaying a favour.“ Darkie smiled as he heard her. “I see… you're definately not one of those gold-diggers whose purpose of helping would be because they saw his flasy car and concluded they'd make a fortune if they helped.“

She leaned back in the seat with a smile dancing on her lips. “That reminds me of a paper I read when I was in Med school, I think it was called “The phenomenon of life”.It spoke about how the chemical adrenalin was present in the body at two significant moments in life which is birth and when the threat of death is prominent. In between those two events, we forget the purpose the body has for producing said chemical- To promote life.” Hearing his recollection of a piece of work she held so close to her heart made her tear up. “I don’t recall who wrote the paper and I never really thought of it till now, but it was a really good one.” He smiled and shook his head.

"Attagirl, now here's your money and don't show up ever again." She placed a cheque on my table before leaving my house. Scoffing, I picked up the one million cheque and ripped it in half. I'm an orphan who doesn't need charity from anyone. Especially from those who look holy, but just a piece of holy shit. "Stupid rich people's shit."

Instead, he looked at her coldly and said, "I do not have a daughter like you. It's good that your face is ruined now—you'd only use it for bad things anyway. "There isn't an ounce of substance in your brain or your guts. You're not like any of us. You shouldn't even share our last name!" Meanwhile, Aunt Florence seemed to have softened up a little. Nonetheless, she still gritted her teeth and said, "We are the ones who did wrong to Katrina and her family. It's good that your face is ruined now. You've paid back for all the sins you've done. "I bet Diana would have wanted this to happen to you. She avenged herself in the end. If you hadn't sent photos of Katrina at the station to everyone, y

The second I reached into my jacket, the man beside Big V pulled out his gun, the barrel trained squarely on my chest. “Easy!” I squeaked, hands flying upward instinctively. “I’m not armed—I’m not—” “Slowly,” he said in a voice like gravel. “Nice and slow.” My heart pounded hard enough to hurt as I moved. I slid my hand back into my pocket, slower this time, and drew out the cheque, holding it between two trembling fingers like it might explode. Big V stepped forward, his thick fingers plucking it from me. He looked it over with a sneer as if it were a counterfeit bill. “What the hell is this supposed to be?”

Was it my fault I was an underprivileged outsider, contaminated and mortal with wretched parents? “I appreciate the levity with which you handled this,” I finally found my voice, not sparing a glance at Ryan or minding his possessive hand clamped down hard around my thighs. In any case, if it was meant as any consolation, the last person I needed it from was him, being a Churchill. “Thanks, ma'am.” She let out a heavy breath and recoiled from the cheque which had fallen on the table, in front of me. Despite my reservations and her ill-mannerisms, I picked the cheque up and flattened it. A fifteen-thousand dollar cheque. Way more than necessary. Bribe.

He grabbed the cheque that was in front of him and tore it apart. "You think this is funny? We will not take a single penny. This bastard had to be punished." Dylan replied and threw the torn pieces of the cheque on Hector's face. Hector looked at him and stood up. He looked at the officer who did nothing but sit there like a dog he was for Hector.

Isabel got dressed the morning of the following day, she got out of Nathaniel Dave's estate and took a cab to the bank, she couldn't wait to withdraw the $500,000 that her husband had given her. Once she appeared at the bank, she tendered the cheque and after the cashier had examined the cheque, she looked up at Isabel, " Mr. Nathaniel Dave had ordered his bank mnager not to honour any cheque to withdraw money from his account, doesn't matter whom it is, " Isabel wasn't expecting to hear those words, she felt excruciating pain in her heart, she had just been cheated, she did what Nathaniel Dave wanted and he refused to fulfil his own part of the deal.