Tattle Teller Novels & Stories

I ended the call and started typing on my phone to send Jane's information to Ted. Teddy Navarro or simply Ted. He’s the owner of TXN Technologies. We’ve established our partnership with them, and they've benefited much from our assistance. Imagine tax evasion, gambling, doxing, and blackmail - his company was successful after engaging in these illicit activities, but they were not documented as violations of the law. This time, Jey called to inform me that Jane's phone had been switched off. I know she couldn’t ask Reese since they’re not on good terms, so there’s no choice but to rely on Ted’s update. I waited anxiously till Ted finally sent me Jane's whereabouts.

“Thanks, man. The receptionist downstairs will give you an aftercare pack.” Telly plopped down from the studio bed, his eyes studying me as he approached. “We won’t be able to have that date if I can’t reach you, no?” he joked, pulling out his phone and handing it to me. “Give me your number.” “Sure.” I snuck a look at Gavin and his face was back to stone — but it could get harder. Telly’s phone was in my hands, the number keypad staring at me. I tapped the first number and it made no sound. Of course. Most people have their devices permanently silent.

She hoped against hope that it was all just a bluff. In a panicked flurry, she chose to talk to the human operator and keyed in her PIN number. A polite voice soon followed, greeting her pleasantly. “Hello, ma’am! The current balance of this account is 8 million dollars. “Is there anything you’d like me to help you with? Ma’am? Is there anything you need help with? Any questions you might need help with? “Ma’am? Are you still there?” Trevor took a deep puff of smoke. The titan had awakened.

I had eleven alerts with the description -Zaddy-, and one with the description being -Daddy. I went through the alerts labelled 'Zaddy' and they were all made in the same amounts, ten thousand naira. There was only one person that knew my account number and also called himself Zaddy. "Have you been making payments to my account?" I asked eyeing him. " Yes I have, baby are you mad about it?" His face softened. "No I'm not Zaddy, thank you so much." I hugged him. "But why?" I questioned. " Contingencies my love." He made me understand, I let it go.

‘This is my first time here…’ Tanya thought to herself as she walks, she looks around as she eavesdrops on the people’s conversation. She sat down on the barstool; she ordered water from the bartender. Tanya sips the water as she eavesdrops, hoping she could get the information of the gamblers who got the 1 million.

Hahahaha. When Stella gives her husband a blow job apology. Haha. Just kill me. Thank you all for reading TAKEN, if you have any questions. Click on this line and ask them. Love you all. From : Hedi_mahlo Signed 2021

a polite bank teller asked, offering a professional smile. "I need to check the status of an account under the name Evelyn Vance," she said, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper. She slid her identification card across the counter. The teller typed quickly into the computer, her eyes scanning the monitor before widening slightly in surprise. "Ah, yes, Mrs. Vance. The account is active. A wire transfer from a corporate entity listed as 'Vance Holdings' was cleared yesterday morning. The current balance is five hundred thousand dollars."

"If the money doesn't balance, I can make a report saying you have absolutely no credibility to be the head teller here, Liv." Damn it!!! Thomas, damn it!!!

No one but my own. My phone rings, I answer it… “Hello?” “Hello, can I speak to Miss Jameson?” a woman’s voice. “Speaking…” “Good day Miss Jameson I’m Analese Goodwill, I’m calling you from Tyme bank we’ve looked into your account. A Mr. Jackson has been taking money out of the account for years. Not enough to alert the bank but enough to raise concern. The bank would like to apologize for the inconvenience and we’re going to not only sue and press charges against Mr. Jackson for you but we’re going to refund you all your money back Miss Jameson…” She says.

Then she went to peep again. Richard held the revolver in one hand, still pulling, as he delivered a fist to the other mans lower chin and a stamp to his chest at the same time with his foot. The man staggered back, concentrating from falling. He looked at his hand and then at Richard who was aiming the revolver at his head. He smiled… Momma had seen enough. She walked to Tonya's desk and groped for the phone. She would dial 91...