Tattle Teller Novels & Stories

Su leaned back carelessly, bent over and picked up the backpack, "go back first, and go to the bank tomorrow to raise money." It's a T + 1 system, and it's not until the next day that she swaps shares for money. But the next day it was Friday, and Su went straight to the bank with a lesson. "The silver certificate was transferred," she looked down, handing over a pile of information to the teller. The teller took it and struck the keyboard a few times. Suddenly she took a breath of air-conditioning, and she looked up and looked back, "Sorry, Miss Su, your business may require a senior teller."

As he sat there, thinking about nothing in particular, enjoying his drink, a man in a white suit came and sat next to him. "A whiskey and soda, please," the man said to the bartender. JD looked at the new person. He had seen him at this bar a few times in the past couple of weeks. His tall physique, square jaw, and a head full of hair were quite unmistakable. His features indicated that he was probably from Nepal. He had a disarming smile, which he used frequently. "How is Tara?" he asked the bartender. “Tara is good. She finally visited that museum you had suggested,” the bartender replied, handing him the glass of whiskey.

Too full of people who looked like they actually had money. I did not look like I belonged. At all. I approached the counter. The teller, a woman maybe my age with perfect eyeliner and nails like she was about to audition for a claw-themed superhero movie, smiled with corporate politeness. “Good morning, how can I help you?” I cleared my throat. “Hi. I’d like to withdraw… $1,800. Please.” Her eyebrow raised like I just growed horn. She looked at me up and down with judgemental eyes.

He spoke in his mind as he clenched his fists. In the middle of the moment, her cell phone rang. Without noticing the caller's name, he answered it, "Yes, This is Xavier speaking. Who is there?" "Hello, Mr. Brown. I'm Hera, the finance agent of Wollie Bank." The twenty-year old woman spoke firmly while hearing the Alpha's voice. "All right. Any matters around regarding on my credit card or my investment account?" Xavier inquired demandingly. Hera then replied, "I just want to remind you that the deadline to pay the total limits your credit card is today. You can check the details of the expenses on the e-mail I have just sent."

"Sir, what can I do for you today?" The female teller at the third counter asked. "I'd like to withdraw some money. While you're at it, get me a new card and transfer the money in there," Sean said. "Alright, sir. How much do you need to withdraw?" "One billion." "One billion?" The teller was shocked. "Sir, do you really want to withdraw one billion?" The teller asked again. "Yes." Sean nodded. "Do you have an appointment?"

The toilet had a large puddle of cum, blood, spit and lube and I cleaned my self and flushed. I went to open the safe and took out my phone and popped a cough drop in for my sore throat. I had gotten a whole bunch of messages from guys asking for pictures and instructions. A few messages said, on my way, or something dirty, like I'm going to destroy that hole. One guy said he's coming and he's bringing his friends. Another guy said I wouldn't be able to handle him if I was conscious so this was perfect. He also sent a dick pic of his giant 9-in dick. This made my dick hard which hurt because my prostate was so sore.

It was just doing its job. But the series of notifications has me raging. They are bank notices. Each one with the total of zero. Unknown: Your hotel's account has been drained. If you do not release Donavan and drop all charges, all your hotels will be bankrupt within a matter of hours. Now someone is just pissing me off.

I approach the counter, my hands shaking as I fill out the forms the teller gives me. Name: Tara Jackson. Account number: I write it from memory, the numbers still burned into my brain even after three years. The teller, a woman in her thirties with perfectly styled hair and a professional smile, types something into her computer. Her smile falters, her face goes strange. "Is something wrong?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

~Fallon~ It came through at 2:14 a.m. I was lying in bed, the covers tangled around my legs, phone screen dimmed but still lighting my face in that soft, blue glow. I wasn’t really reading anything—just scrolling, absently. Old emails. Forgotten texts. Headlines I’d stopped clicking on weeks ago. Then the alert lit up at the top of my screen. “Credit alert: $2,000,000.00 USD from Reid Callahan.”

Tally immediately picked up her phone and called the private detective. "I want you to give me gossip about Eva. I don't care how much it costs. I want it to completely ruin her reputation and cause irreparable damages." Tally lay back on the bed after the phone call. The flames of jealousy engulfed her. She wanted Eva to lose her money and reputation at once. Fortunately, Tally didn't have to wait for long. Soon, someone contacted her. "Will you pay me as long as I share gossip about Eva with you?" Tally's eyes lit up. "Yes. The more dramatic the gossip is the better. You won't suffer any loss. I promise."