Take My Money Gif Novels & Stories

Keeping my secret hidden or paying my fees? "Give me the money, and nobody dies today," he said, waving his fingers and waiting for me to give in. I lowered my face forlornly and stared at the dollars in my hands, a sigh escaping my lips. I gave up and handed him the money. "Take it," I said. "Now delete the video." Once I placed the money onto his palm, I insisted that he delete the video. However, judging by the smirk on his lips, I knew that wasn't going to happen.

“I know that you don’t know me and don’t care about me, but I need your help right now, please.” There was another moment of silence. “And what do I get in return?” He asked, his voice laced with curiosity. I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I’ll return the money with ten percent interest.” “Wait, are you returning the money in cash or by transfer?” “Transfer,” I replied slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. He laughed. “Return it with a hundred percent and we have a deal.” “Hundred percent?” I asked with a loud gasp.

After waiting for a full five minutes, the other party sent a message, [I've accepted the task, 4 million, transfer it to my card. When Grace saw that it was 4 million, her vision went black and she almost fainted. How could it be so expensive? Just a move of her fingers? Grace quickly replied: [Hello, can it be cheaper? I'm a little tight on money lately, I'll look for you again if I need anything in the future.] Red Fox: [What task are you posting if you don't have money? Get lost!] Grace panicked when she saw this. [Sorry, I'll transfer the money to your card. I want to see the records after you delete them.]

I'm so small in front of him. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. How is his health? He asked. He's good. I answered. I'll send you the money if you tell me your account number. I will give you $270,000. I'll give you the rest of the money when you get pregnant. Okay, I said. I gave him my account number and left. ~~~~

“I misplaced the one you gave me. Didn’t even get the chance to cash it.” My mind spun. I’d given him a cheque for one million dollars. One. Million. And now he was saying he lost it? But I’d seen the alert. That exact amount had been withdrawn from my account. “No,” I said slowly. “That money already left my account. I got the debit alert.” “That’s not my business,” he said, shrugging. “I didn’t get it. I need another.” I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “You’re joking,” I whispered. “You have to be.”

When am I getting the money? Then he swiped his finger. Seeing the clear face on his phone, he smirked. 'It seems I can extort more money with this picture!'

"Here. Count it if you want." I flipped through the bills. Five thousand dollars. All there. I nodded in a positive way which signifies it was complete and took out a small package from my pocket. "Here's your product. Pure. No cuts. I don't give a refund so don't come back." He checked the package, gave a short nod, and moved back into his car with calculated speed like he was chased by something. The taillights disappeared into the dark streets. I put the money into my pocket sharply, I didn't want to hear stories. Then, I lit a cigarette.

I asked as I sat up. Then Sam made a gesture, rubbing his index finger and thumb together, which meant tip. He wanted me to give him money in exchange for information, I squeezed my face and reluctantly stood up to get money from my safe. Then I gave it to him and watched as he counted the money happily. “Oh. You've become a rich man overnight.” I teased, with my chin resting on my right hand, “You can say that again, bro.” He chuckled and kept the money in his pocket.

I replied. I quickly checked my bank app. 5000 bucks. Just as Edrick had promised. A smile cracked my face, a sense of relief spreading across my chest. I rushed back to Dagger's DMs, copied his account details, and transferred the money. Seeing the 'sent' notification, I let out a deep sigh. How could I have forgotten about his money? About all the wraps I had collected on credit. I lay my head back on the rug, a new wave of sleep finding its way to me.

“It is a stereotype.” “Call it what you want.” He crouched down and started picking up the bills from the floor, unhurried, like this was all very normal to him. He straightened up and held the money out again. “Take it. Consider it a gift if that makes you feel better.” “I don't want your money.” “Everyone wants money.” “I don't want yours.”