Spokening Dollar Meaning Novels & Stories

No one spoke. Because no one was willing to compete with that number. And no one understood why I was even there. Finally… He adjusted the papers in front of him. “One million dollars… going once.” Pause. “Going twice.” The room remained still. Every eye still on me. I didn’t look at anyone. Not even once. Because I already knew what I would see. Shock. Judgment. Recognition. And regret. “Sold.” The word dropped like a final hammer. And just like that…

A metallic sound coming from the speaker as if generated by a machine. "I want you to put thirty percent of your company's shares up for sale." The voice was measured, calculated, each word a dry blow. "Or your wife, Vivienne, will find out that your former daughter-in-law is sleeping with her husband and that he went to the United States to fuck her one more time." I stood up from the chair. The blood boiled. "You don't know what you're talking about."

I was still thinking about the amount of craziness the person must be suffering from when I heard " four hundred million dollars" Ok, this was getting out of hand. Anytime from this moment, I might just fly to the stage, aggressively grab the speaker from the M. C to lecture these people on how to manage their money. I was dragged out of my trance when I heard that baritone voice "Five hundred million dollars". A loud chatter erupted in the hall. They were bewildered too, but that voice was close to me. It lurks around me. The voice belongs to Aaron. Half a billion!

' I looked on irritably, her razz appearance made me remember goofy Letticia. Just when I was done with the red bubble chewing cashier and advanced to leave the shopmart, I heard the voice of a lady speaking in high tones from behind. “Y'all! Y'all!, my brother and I are about to run a mall evacuation right away, so you gotta leave A.S.A.P!" She emphasized her last abbreviation, pronouncing it rather too slowly. “You feel me?" The female voice continued with a laugh. ‘Speaking about the devil!' I exclaimed in my thoughts, when I recognized the face behind the voice I just heard.

I looked at Steve, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and pure confusion. "Steve, what are you saying? I can’t go up there," I hissed, leaning closer so only he could hear me. "I’m in a five-hundred-thousand-dollar dress that I’m still dizzy from hearing the price of, my stomach is turning somersaults, and you want me to give a speech for her?"

I watched, memorized every reaction, let the weight of the moment settle between us. Then, finally, I spoke. "Ten million dollars, Faith." My voice was cold, quiet, like I was simply stating a fact. "That’s the price of your freedom."

“Absolutely! Let me run another check and see if we have another in stock.” Ah, the magic of money—nothing smoothed the way like it. Dolly leaned over and grinned. “Spending like this feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

I froze and looked at her. “Is it? Shit!” “Dollar!” Milka screeched. “Bad word! Dollar for pig!” Elena grinned when I placed Milka down and riffled in my pocket for my wallet. Shittin’ hell. I flipped it open and pulled out a dollar bill. Milka stared at me expectantly, her chubby hand held out in front of her. “I give you this, you go sleep, okay?” Milka narrowed her dark eyes. “You bad.”

His steps were as silent as they came. Ralda couldn't say a word. She was so sure she had lost the sense of talking... cause she couldn't even move her tongue. The hard voice of the scary man... could still resound in her ears. "Five Million Dollars?!" T. B. C

The smile on Alex's face vanished upon hearing that, while Dudley grinned widely. Two hundred million dollars. Hey, did he hear wrong? Two hundred million dollars was not a slight amount, even for someone of Alexander's class. So, it's only natural that he was surprised to hear that. Two hundred million dollars to be paid, just for the price of one woman. "What the fuck!" ***