Tickling Stocks Novels & Stories

A complex mix of fear, rage, and endless tenderness surged within him. Just then, Aria’s control panel beeped again. Not an alarm. But a… trade notification. “Jack…” Aria’s voice was sleepwalking, absurd, “You…you’d better look at this.” Jack, still holding Catherine, looked at the screen. It was an extremely unusual trade alert from the New York Stock Exchange. A stock, a junk stock long forgotten by the market, ticker symbol "TITN" (Titan Industries), a shell company stock that should have been buried along with David Sterling, suddenly saw a massive influx of billions of dollars in buy orders in the past minute.

“I’m in. But don’t come crying to me when you lose. And, for your information, you’re not allowed to go crying to Mr. Pierce or Madam Vance either, understood.” Mirena smiled, holding her hand up in mocking surrender. “Just fine by me.” Victor’s lips twitched, then he lifted a finger. “I also have a rule.” She arched her brow. “I’m listening.” “You’ll pick a stock from a list I agree on.” Without waiting for her response, he grabbed the remote and flicked it. The large display screen changed instantly, replacing the broader market view with a curated list of volatile, uncertain stocks—ones notorious for erratic movements and thin margins.

“We look like an absolute circus out there!” Board members were shouting over each other, banging their hands against the mahogany table, pulling out their phones, and glaring at me like I was a criminal awaiting sentencing. Vanessa leaned in close from my left. She quietly slid her tablet across the surface, her finger tapping the live market ticker. “Look,” she whispered sharply. I looked down. The ticker was glowing green. Our stock hadn’t dropped a single cent. In fact, it had jumped three points the second the market opened due to several amount of engagement.

"Miss. Bertha, please forgive me. Please lighten the punishment. I'm already old, how can I endure such torture." Bertha laughed. "Of course it's possible." Mr. Before Devon could be happy, she continued. "However, you must use your shares in Tibble Corporation in exchange. If you give 1% of Tibble Corporation's shares, I will reduce two bottles of medicine." That means if Mr. Devon gives up all his shares, then he doesn't have to take a single bottle of medicine. Mrs. Sandra and Michelle also thought it was a good way. "Husband, the stock market price of Tibble Corporation has dropped a lot, your stock is now worthless. So why not take it in exchange? That way you won't have to suffer anymo