Novel & Cerita Time Is Money Wallpaper

I'm at the café prepping for mid-terms…occupying my free time. Mekhi: Of course you are! Missing me yet? Me: Almost… Mekhi: You're getting there… Me: You want me to miss you? Mekhi: Of course! That picture you sent me is now my background wallpaper. Me: Seriously! I'm flattered! I don't have any pictures of you! Mekhi: not as beautiful as you are, but this should do

Adonis takes a deep breath, knowing I will come up with something over the weekend. Later that night, when he got home, he saw an envelope sticking from his door. "Adonis, here are the tickets. The ship leaves the dock at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Don't let your boy's money go to waste." Thanks Beenie, Adonis has explained this to his friends many times. "I love only one thing, and that's making money. I eat to it, sleep to it, and even make love thinking about money. It's almost "criminal" how it makes me feel and what I'm willing to do for it. It's like a powerful drug coursing through my veins. I don’t do things like vacations. It wastes precious time, and I could be making money. Making money, to

My phone suddenly vibrated with a message from the bank: "Your transfer of 500 thousand dollars to Ayla Miller has been returned. Your remaining balance…" "Damn it!" I suddenly flung my glass onto the floor, where it smashed into smithereens. I had transferred the money to Ayla that morning. Why was Ayla still not satisfied? I had gone above and beyond in giving her that money. Now she had transferred it back to me! Fine, so she thought she had a backbone, did she? If so, she could not blame me for being harsh! "Dad…" David began crying out of fear. "I want Mom!"

Adriana sat at her sleek office desk, her red nails tapping against her laptop keyboard. The screen glowed with fake financial documents—transactions, emails, and spreadsheets all carefully crafted to ruin Leon. She smirked as she clicked *send*, leaking the files to every major news outlet. By morning, the world would believe Leon had stolen millions from his own company. Just like old times, she thought. --- Five Years Earlier Adriana opened her diary, the leather cover soft under her fingers. She wrote in bold, slanted letters:

-" Good evening Mr. Gerald, can I talk to you for a moment." -" Sure." -" I would like to work in a friend's club; I need to save some money just in case." -" In case of what?" he asked. -" I don't know, I might need it in the future, I also need to buy some stuff." I lied. -" You can use my debit card for that." -" No, definitely no. I can't take your money." I retorted. -" You won't. You will just borrow money from me until you got paid for the mission you are assigned and then give it back." He explained.

As far as I was aware, there would never be a point where I would be allowed past that door. “What happened to keeping a low profile?” Time shrugs, before he stretches. “I’ve had the night to regain a lot of my power back from dragging us around throughout time, so now, I figured I would put a glamour upon myself, and take you out to brunch.” I can’t help but eye him suspiciously. Brunch? It seems so civilised, I almost want to giggle. Having something as simple as brunch with a powerful immortal over a million years before my birthdate, seems like such an odd concept. Yet as I look at Time, he seems unfazed by his own idea. I suppose in the long life he’s lived, he’s come across stranger in

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"

He liked to rewatch his own parties, like some people rewatch war documentaries. No one knew how much the night cost—rumors ranged from three to eight million. But money wasn’t the point. Power was. Image was. And in that moment, bathed in neon and synth, Maximus Wallace was the wealthiest bachelor in New york that never cared how it ended, only how brightly it burned.

N'DJAMENA, CHAD. "Treasure what you have, time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grief, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, Time is Eternity. For all you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person, cherish every moment that you spend together that special someone, for in life, anything can happen anytime. You may painfully regret, only to realize that it is too late. Do not value the things you have in your life. But value who you have in your life."

He was working so hard and late always. “Time is running and I don’t want to waste those.” His voice was serious and low. He was facing his laptop again. “Your business will still be on top even when you rest just for an hour," I said softly as I sat on the bed. “Money is important, Cassandra. You only get to know about how hard life is without money when you experience it.” He shook his head. There was no expression on his face as he said those. He paused for a moment before he went back to his laptop.