Take My Money Gif Novels & Stories

The reply came back almost immediately. Cedric: Obviously. I stared at the screen for a second. Then I opened our payment chat and transferred two thousand dollars directly into his account without any additional commentary. Gwen: Just sent you $2,000. You know what to do. Delivered. Then read. I watched the little read receipt appear and waited. Nothing came back.

“Give me your account number.” He stares at me, confused. “Why—” “Because I’m not a thief,” I snap. “You’ll get your damn money. Now give me the number.” He rattles it off fast, hands shaking. I type it in and send a thousand dollars. “There,” I say flatly. “Buy yourself a new toy. Maybe this time, point it at someone who won’t break your face.” His jaw tightens like he wants to argue, but he doesn’t.

Another guy laughed. “Honestly, she was the easiest girl I’ve ever had.” Gary chuckled like I wasn't standing right there. By the time they were done, I couldn't even breathe or move, my vision blurred, and my body went cold. Gary reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, then he took out a crumpled bill. He grabbed my trembling hand and pressed the money into my palm. “Here,” he said with a lazy grin. “Thanks for your participation.” “Gary, you're too kind.”

The money helps me forget those little accidents. “Come on, boys and girls.” I twirl around, twisting my lower body just enough that it pops to the side. When I turn again, I wink at the couple closest to me, who keep staring at me while not moving their body at all. “I see you, Darron. Yeah, you too, Trixie. Shake that thing.” The man, Darron, just shakes his head, clearly entertained by my antics. He brings out a wad of cash from his pockets and starts throwing it down onto the platform, green eyes never leaving mine.

Emphasis on this promise. "YOU JUST WANT MONEY, RIGHT? IT LOOKS LIKE MONEY!" I took my wallet out of my pocket and took out some money then threw it in his face. "OH, THERE TAKE IT!" It didn't say a word, it just cried while staring at me. "WHAT'S MISSING??!! DO YOU WANT MILLION-MILLIONS!!?" "O-Yes, I want millions. You said right, I look like money." I grinned at what he said. "That's where your true personality comes out!"

“Shut up. The money is already in. Let’s just escape from here and enjoy the money.” With that, the other two followed him without a word. -- Sender: ######### Good job! Now abort the mission! -- Sender ######### sent you a $100,000,000. —

No way I can't take this “no, no I can't take this. Please take it back” I protesting, shoving the money back into his hand “what are you saying? You're not gonna take it? It's just appreciation.” he said looking really surprised “but it's too much” I said “it can buy you new clothes and better shoes. Keep it, you need it” he said and gave me back the money. I sniffed cause I felt tears coming, I suddenly feel pitiable “what's your name?” he asked

"Thank you. I appreciate that." I unzipped my tote bag, reached into the side pocket, and pulled out a thick wad of crisp hundred-dollar bills that Graham had handed me that morning for pocket money, there was more in there but I peeled off five bills, stepped forward, and shoved the cash directly into the stunned minion’s hand. "For your cooperation," I said lightly. The cafeteria erupted into a new wave of frantic, disbelieving whispers. Vanessa looked like she was going to have an aneurysm.

he said, but then I pressed my lips on his again, trying to shut him up. When I pulled away from him, I decided to ask him for the money I needed. “I need some money in my account. Can I transfer some from...” “I’ll send you some money right away, and you do not need to tell me what you want to use it for. Make it a surprise.” When he said this, I scoffed, rolling my eyes. He pulled me in once more, grabbing my ass, and kissing my lips before he left. I walked back to Guilia’s room, and before I could say a thing to her, I got a credit alert of two hundred thousand dollars.

"You smell awful." The group of men around him erupted in laughter. They were all beta wolves, stronger than me, and they knew it. If I tried to fight, they would crush me. My muscles tensed as I assessed the situation, knowing that any wrong move could end badly for me. My voice trembled with anger as I looked Igor in the eye. “Give me my money.” Igor stared back at me, looking blankly as if he didn’t understand my words. “What money?” My blood boiled. “The five million dollars that was credited to my account. It was there one minute, and the next, it was gone. Every dollar was taken, and I could see the receipts on the alerts—each showing Easy Money Ventures.”