Shut Up And Take My Money Memes Novels & Stories

What the f. " Oh, I think it's goes for everyone too then " Felix shrugged. "What do you mean it goes for everyone ,I just paid for the six month I used ... What the hell,I don't even have money to move . My account is 0 as at now and now its a quit notice im receiving ,god why is adulting so hard ,why " I covered my face with my palm as I started sniffing. "... Are you ... Okay ... Actually I gotta go ...I just ...

She shouted angrily. "What?" He asked confusedly. "Now I understand!" "Maybe they've collect a large amount of money and wanting to run with your money away.!" Jate added. All of the people listening to him growled in anger. Then they began again shouting. "Give our money back" "give us the money back" "give us the money back"! As they shouted repeatedly. As he thinking. He sent a text message to Secretary Young to investigate the information about the Sem's insurance company. As soon as possible.

The stylist laughed. "What?" "This is exhausting." "Shopping?" "Existing at this level." She shook her head. "You'll get used to it." I wasn't sure I wanted to. My phone buzzed. I immediately grabbed it. The hope that it might be someone normal vanished the second I saw the message. Unknown Number. My stomach dropped. Lucas. Again. The message contained only three words. -Enjoy the money while it lasts, soon enough you’ll have nothing to your name, these stores will become foreign to you.-

I’m flat broke waiting for money from my parents that I had begged them to send. “Fifty bucks, it’s all yours.” “And you’ll never tell anyone?” “My lips will be sealed tight.” I hesitated several minutes going back and forth over doing it or not but that cash won out over my fear of any pain. “Give me the money and there are rules.” “Sure man, anything you say.” I took the cash from him jamming it in the right front pocket of my jeans. “Rule one: if it hurts to much the deal is off and you get your money back. Rule two: if I tell you to pull out and you don’t get it out fast enough you lose your money. Rule three: don’t forget rules one and two. Got it?”

I asked genuinely confused, my legs shaking agitatedly as I leaned forward, "Five million is a lot of money and if you don't take it, you might, no, you'll end up regretting it, Julie" Julie gaped at me, a disbelieving look on her face. "Did you lose some of your brain cells? Like, where the hell do you get the audacity? You dare come to me and throw money in my face after what you did to me? Are you fucking serious right now"

And the two laughed as if they ahd said something witty. “Do….do… you…umm. Do… you.. need money? I… have.. it… I can.” She tried the last move she had. “Shut up, bitch. We want no money, and we know you got none. So, shut the fuck up, or you’ll be sucking ma dick.” They were crude men, and she was insulted by such brats. Tears fell from her eyes and she decided to remain silent from that moment onwards.

Maybe it would calm my nerves for the possibility of seeing Michael tonight. But the guy that leered at me before banged his glass on the table, startling me. “Those fuckers better watch themselves tonight,” he said to his buddies. “Those brothers think just because they have money that their shit don’t stink. I have the right mind to report their asses to the police for all the shady shit goin’ on around here.” I couldn’t help but overhear. He was so loud. I glanced over at them, hoping that my annoyed look would turn down the volume of his voice.

Name your price and stop all this. FROM UNKNOWN NUMBER: This doesn't sound like you at all but I'm also starting to think that this is who you really are and you're only just showing your real self. I don't need your money and I do have every intention of exposing you. If you do not want me to expose you and your terrible actions then, stop what you're doing before it's too late and next time, don't ever try to offer me money as a means to silence me.

[You're not angry anymore? Stella transferred one dollar back with a message. [Shut up! Don't ask! And, don't come early!]

My smile vanished into the thin air and morphed into a deadly look. "Who wants your money?" While saying I threw the money in his face. "Keep your filthy money to yourself. I don't need charity. I'm not a charity case. I don't know what you rich people think of you. You will be rich but not God. Everything is not in your hand. Do you really think you can solve every problem with money?" I yell at him and he's looking at me in shock. "Huhh!!! Money can't buy everything, Mr. Whatever you are. Keep this little thing in your mind. This little piece of advice can be useful for you in the future." Saying that I mounted my bike and kicked the starter. Thank God, It's working.