Rdr2 50 Dollar Book Novels & Stories

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***

I say. “And I saw that, but my savings are not nearly enough to cover even half the cost,” she says, unable to look me in the eye. I reach over and flip the book to the very last page, where a check for fifty million dollars is resting. “I made provisions for that, too.” Hillary goes silent. It’s so quiet I can hear her shaky, uneven breaths. She’s trying to take it all in, processing the magnitude of it. “No,” she chokes out. “I can’t take this. I can’t.” She starts to sob, pressing the book back into my chest, her shoulders shaking violently.

No more rushing I hope! **You must remove the book from your library and re-add it to see the changes of which there are many! If you added this book before 12/16/21 you'll need to delete it and re-add. You will NOT lose the chapters you paid for. Thank you for understanding and please enjoy!** ~Saree Bee

I leaned over the center console, my heart stopping as I looked at the image displayed on the screen. It was a high-resolution photo of Rohan’s face, with a message underneath: ONE MILLION DOLLARS FOR WHOEVER KILLS HIM.

Archie waved a hand and Daniel immediately handed over a box and placed it right on the hood of the car Rick was riding in. Without waiting long, Archie opened the box right in front of Rick. "You... what you're talking about is absurd! Leona has always been priceless in my heart..." Rick's words stopped instantly when his eyes fell on the box. "Twenty million." Archie gently pushed the box forward. "You... I... how can I use money to measure..." Before Rick could finish speaking, Daniel pushed another box onto the hood of the car, opening it in front of Rick directly. Rick swallowed the following words.

Nikolai ordered, turning to me with an urgency that sent a shockwave straight through my veins. I immediately snatched the bright orange life ring hanging from the primary bulkhead. Wrapped securely around my waist under my jacket was the thick, waterproof plastic package containing the physical copies of the Draven financial ledgers. Those documents were the only proof we had left, the only thing that could pull the empire down to the ground. “Are we really doing this?” I asked, looking down at the dark, churning ocean waves crashing violently against the hull of the moving yacht. The water looked completely black and freezing in the dim light of dawn.

It was a site called The Red Ledger—a notorious marketplace for assassins, mercenaries, and bounty hunters. At the top of the page, flashing in bold, blood-red letters, was a new listing: WANTED: THE GHOST OF STERLING TARGET: JACK STERLING & ASSOCIATES STATUS: DEAD OR ALIVE (PREFERABLY DEAD) REWARD: $150,000,000 USD (PLUS FULL PARDON AND CITIZENSHIP) "A hundred and fifty million," Marcus whistled low. "Price of inflation, I guess. Last week it was a hundred."

05. People flocked her store, coming for water since it was the only one closest to the homes in the area. $0.05 is just a Nickel. A Nickel is worth $0.05. Mike yells "You can't make her pay a Nickel for Well Water!" In Rage. Terra yells "It's only 5 Cents! That's how much a Nickel is, A Nickel is $0.05! $0.05 is just a Nickel! A Nickel is worth $0.05!"🙄

It appears as though Finn and I have vanished. Handguns, Dan liked to say, were for self-defense; rifles were for fun. Upon witnessing his impressive gun skills at the range, I pulled Finn aside to ensure we got Dan the greatest present possible for his twenty-first birthday. That is the origin of the McMillan TAC-50 rifle, which cost us about ten thousand dollars. Even Finn seemed impressed with what Dan could do with that rifle. Eight European sports vehicles are racing in our direction. personalized wheels. windows with tints.

Zane came back after five minutes. “So, we have little twist to this game,” he told everyone. “Our new friend here is deep in dept with the Rodriguez cartel. Seems he has had a lot of fun in one of their gambling rooms. We are talking about over five million dollar kind of fun,” Zane said. Jax whistled. “I can’t think they are too happy with the idea of us killing him then,” Ryder said in a dark voice.