Patreon Blank Check Novels & Stories

Vivian entered the car and asked him, “How did it go?” “I gave him a blank check, and until evening to decide,” Ryan said. “What? A blank check? Are you kidding me?” Vivian asked. “Haha, it’s my account,” Ryan said. “So, there’s not much in there. When the bank calls me, we can just deposit the money if we think his demand is reasonable.” “Heh,” Vivian snickered. “Good. Only a food would reject a blank check. I think he’ll bite it.”

I respond, wanting to hear the full explanation before making any judgments. "Within the next five years, you are going to bear me a child who will continue my legacy," he repeats, his voice matter-of-fact. "And what's in it for me?" I inquire, feeling my annoyance intensify. "That's a good question," he replies, pulling out a blank check from his pocket. "Here's a check," he explains, placing it on the table in front of me. I look down at the blank check before me. Is this some kind of joke? I give Demetrius a skeptical look, struggling to believe what he's telling me.

At 2 p.m., I stood at the bank counter to report a lost debit card. I'd lost it the week before and hadn't gotten around to replacing it. Evie Reynolds, the teller, took my ID, pulled up my information, and suddenly paused. "Sir, there's a recurring patent royalty payment under your name. Would you like to link it to your new card?" I froze. "What patent royalty payment?" She turned the screen toward me. I squinted at it for three seconds, my mind going blank.

"Including the Amelia McKinnon foundation," "Oh," I muttered. "You run all of them alone?" "One is in partnership with Sean," He answered looking amused. "Why?" "Just curious," I shrugged. "How are you going to donate here? Drop a cheque?" "I have sorted that with Mr. Waltham," He replied.. "I want to donate as well," I said. "I haven't brought my checkbook here though. Should I go and fetch it now?" "You're not paying for anything," He said, and it sounded more like an order.

He rummaged through it briefly then brought out a piece of folded paper, extending his hand towards her. “What is that?” she questioned. “That’s a blank check; write whatever amount you want and leave me the fuck alone." "Who is paying you to follow me around?” She appeared to be thinking before she asked, “Do you go about with blank checks like this, handing them out to strangers?” He furrowed his brows, confusion etched on his features. "Yes," he nodded, not knowing where she was going with this. “So you just go about carrying blank checks with you, why?”

Bram lets me go and groans behind me, "Isolating himself from the people that love him just because he's struggling at the moment is a mistake. We want the best for him, especially when he's being self-destructive. We know how to deal with him, okay? So make sure he comes, Anastasia... and I'll give you a fat donation in gratitude." "How fat?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow. Grayson lets me go and moves to take something out of the pocket of his jacket. It's a checkbook with a little pen. He writes two hundred and fifty thousand dollars and signs it, then offers it to me, but snatches it away as soon as I try to grab it. "Do we have a deal?" he asks. "No," Bram tries to intercept and grab the che

Blake Finally, I am done with all this stuff for PR, for the sponsors and I am pleased to announce that I have just signed for a new one-million-dollar, per annum endorsement over five years. With a clause that even if I retire within that time frame, the contract will still be valid. Apparently, my face and my brand will see me through.

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He was about to get his hands on 150 million dollars, and he could not care less about these public opinions. "I want to cash this check." "Sure, please wait a moment." The bank teller took the check, examined it, and furrowed his brows slightly. "Sir, I'm sorry, but this check is invalid. It can't be cashed." "What? Take a good look again!" "I'm sure of it. It's an empty check." Jonathan stared at the check before him, and it was not long before he realized that Preston had been deceived. His breathing grew labored, and he collapsed on the spot.

Theo spoke with a tone of extreme generosity. The maximum denomination of this blank check was a hundred million dollars with a minimum of one cent. It meant that Woody could write up to 999,999,999.99 dollars. That was just one cent short of a billion dollars! Nobody would care about that one cent. So in essence, he could get a whole billion dollars! "Mr. George, what do you mean by this?" Woody furrowed his brows and unhappily said, "This wasn't what I wanted. It's clearly not the Obsidian Flame Grass."