Spokening Dollar Meaning Novels & Stories

I whispered, blinking furiously. Ten. Million. Dollars.

There were countless merchants buying and selling goods here. He had to wait a few days before leaving anyway. Therefore, he decided to spend as much as he could and accumulate lavish points. He still had not spent a penny of his one quadrillion Star Dollars! David was anxious as he looked at the money in the system. Everyone else was anxious because they had no money, but he was anxious because of the money. The moment he walked out of the room, a person came to meet him. It was none other than Marlee. “Marlee, where are you going?” David greeted Marlee first.

He yelled. Two Million dollars... Someone yelled. Two Million dollars going... Three Million dollars... Another yelled. Three Million dollars going... Five Million dollars. Another yelled Five Million dollars going... Ten Million dollars. A voice said from behind, causing her to look up by force. T. B. C

Chaos took a pause, smiled, and answered honestly, “You want me to be honest?” She nodded her head, “Yes.” “Well, Miss Florence,” Her name rolled in his tongue causing her to bite her inner cheek, “I suppose you could say that my greatest inspiration is the almighty dollar.” She was shocked and asked, “Pardon?” He smiled and then he repeated very calmly, “The almighty dollar.” She paused and questioned, “You mean money?” “Yes.” He answered firmly with a stern nod, “Aren’t we all just slaves to money?”

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

As expected, Samuel made a sound. But why did these words sound so different! What the f*ck was he talking about? They could do as they pleased? "1.5 billion dollars." Samuel said. "F*ck!" "F*ck." "Is he going to die." "F*ck, he's really addicted to shouting." "I'm going crazy!" There was a lot of curses. 1.5 billion! Even if it wasn't a sky-high price, it was at least top-notch. How many people present were worth so much?

I’m only here for the money. “Use your words, doll.” The pet name hits so hard, it renders me temporarily incapable of speech. Doll. No one has ever called me that before. It’s usually a cross between “fattie,” “hippo” or “ugly bitch.” “Yes,” I whisper when I can finally untangle my tongue, “I’m here for the money.” Harlan nods, like we’re already negotiating a business deal. Wasn’t he going to throw my body into the Atlantic Ocean barely five minutes ago?

"Thanks for the 30-million-dollar ticket! Really, thank you! If you weren't so stupid, I'd never be living the good life! Ha! "One dollar! You sold it to me for one dollar! Five years ago, your husband should've beaten you to death for it, and now, your son probably will! I always said you were worthless! And someone like you doesn't deserve 30 million anyway!" Wesley's eyes went bloodshot, veins pulsing at his temples. "I'm warning you! That ticket is mine! I've already called the police. If you know what's good for you, you'll give it back!"

"Why are you back so early?" Damon settled across from her, placing the bank card on the coffee table. "Do you have any idea how much money is on this card?" Recognizing it as the one Mason had handed over the previous night, Nyla frowned. "Around 8,000 dollars, right? What's the issue?" "This card holds one trillion dollars," Damon said flatly. The moment the words left his mouth, Nyla burst out laughing. "Since when did you start cracking jokes like this?"

“That's 200,000$ three times the initial pay. That's for giving me a show last night" His words felt like rock science to me as I couldn't understand all he said. “Quit the pretense!" He sounded like he was scolding me. I tried to mutter words but my tongue was stiff. “You obviously came to my room for this" he said pointing at the dollar bills on the bed.