Pretty And Paid Novels & Stories

The screen is still open to my banking app, my account balance still glowing like a beacon of financial salvation. Tyler blinks at it with sleepy, unfocused eyes. And then his gaze sharpens. His pupils dilate and his jaw drops open so fast I hear his teeth click together. "No fucking way!" He snatches the phone out of my hand and holds it inches from his face. "You got paid ten thousand dollars?" "Yeah," I breathe. "That's fucking huge!" "I know!" He looks up at me and his whole face breaks into this massive, proud smile. "I'm so proud of you." He yanks me into another hug, squeezing tight enough to crack my spine. "June, this is amazing. You can use this money to do so much."

“Ok then , I’ll go” “Ok sir, I’ll make preparations” His secretary, Jason, then walks out of the office leaving Ryan alone. “She needs to make up her mind quickly, I don’t have much patience” Ryan says to himself tapping the table . At Lia’s work… “Sir please just this once , please I really need the money” “No Lia, I mean why on earth are you asking for a two month advance pay?, no I can’t do that” “Sir please I really need the money , I promise I’ll work twice as hard” she pleaded

She pushed back the document to Serene and looked at her. Of course, Serene had expected such reaction from her friend. She calmly took back the document and opened her eyes. "I sighed a contract to work for a year, they pay very well too…" Serene paused for a second and wet her lips before speaking again. "I received $500,000 today" she added slowly. "You- you received what?!" Paige yelled and jumped up from her seat. Her actions the people in the coffee shop to abruptly turn in her direction. She noticed how ackward the scene she was making was, quickly apologized and sat back on her chair.

Pretty told me "RULE TWO:you wouldn't disrespect a clients as they'll all seems so important to us all, because that's how we get our money " RULE THREE: You wouldn't just miss your shift without telling it to Madame" Pretty told me I listen carefully at with she did say to me, perhaps I wouldn't mind sharing half the bounty to Joanna, besides she owe this place as she keeps it running with the money she did make from it, she buys clothes and makeup from it and also do lot of stuff with it, at least I shouldn't be ungrateful

"Impossible! Don't you dare frame him. Who really sent you here?" "It only took you this little time to fall in love with him?" It was Alexander. He was indeed here. Alexander snorted coldly and walked over slowly. "You should have married me. Vincent stole you away!" I gritted my teeth and laughed coldly. "Wasn't it you who used me to pay off your debts? Weren't you planning to let your buddies have some fun with me? "You claim to love me, but everything you do hurts me. Alexander Hayes, you're absolutely disgusting!"

Perhaps she shouldn’t feel offended by the comment, but it stung a little. Ms. Smithy continued. “The prepaid card will be sufficient for you to buy several new outfits, shoes, bags, whatever you need, and all of the items will be yours to keep. You will not have to pay the money you spend back unless you stop working for Whitaker and Whitaker within the first six months. If you should quit early, you’ll be contractually bound to pay back every penny.”

I smiled and typed back: [No rush on the money. If you pay me now, you’ll be broke again, won’t you?] Priya replied straightaway: [Come on, Mira. You’re paying me a proper salary now, plus that fat year-end bonus. I’ve got plenty left, even after this.] I hit ‘accept’. The money landed in my account a second later. I typed: [Your parents haven’t been bothering you, have they?] Priya: [Nope. Not a word. I think they’ve wiped me off the family tree. Suits me fine. I’m staying here, where they can’t marry me off to some rich old guy just to cash out.]

There's even a literal mood board. She planned this. Like she knew I'd say yes. "I'll pay you," Harper adds, almost too casually. I snort. "With what, influencer coupons?" She looks up, serious. "Twenty-five thousand dollars." Silence. "You're kidding." "No. It's yours. Tax-free, wired directly. You'll be out of debt. You can quit your jobs. Start over." My throat dries. The number spins in my head like a winning slot machine.

He held one of his eye brows higher than the other. “8000$” I answered immediately, intimidated by his glare. He nodded. “50,000$…” My eyes widened at the whooping sum of money he mentioned. “What is?” I replied. “Your salary…” he replied absentmindedly. “Wait, did I just get employed?!” I screamed inside, complete amazed by my luck. “An advanced payment of 5000$ for a change of wardrobe.” Glancing at me again, he said, “You look like a bar attendant in that dress… and I don’t need cheap look employees to bring down my brand. Do better”

“Thank me, Mr. Stone. This is the most glorious day of your life.” She flashed a taunting smile with her arms crossed. She was perfectly composed. “I’ll give you one last chance. Pay $700,000, hire a lawyer to drop the charges, resign in disgrace, post a public apology video admitting your repeated harassment of me, and compensate me $5,000,000 for emotional distress. “Once you complete all of these requests, I’ll delete the post and reluctantly settle this peacefully with you. “Fail to do so, and you’d better prepare to perish!”