Trading Yesterday Novels & Stories

The next morning, I brought the box with me to a courier service center. When I scanned the QR code to make my payment, a notification popped up saying I had insufficient balance. After checking my account, I realized that Zachary had transferred away the remaining 300 dollars I had left yesterday afternoon. That was the money I had saved up after two months of working at part-time jobs! "Hey, miss, hurry it up! People are waiting, you know!" the staff member at the counter urged impatiently.

"No! Hayden, can't you understand English? I really f*cking regret ever getting involved with you!" With that said, she smashed her phone. Bang!

When I saw the bed again, my legs were trembling. Declan combined the knowledge of trading together with the movements in bed. Although my body was very tired, I could remember everything well. And I would always think of the scenes of us in bed every time I used the methods he mentioned to me. This special ambiguous feeling always made my heart beat faster. After practicing for some time, I finally bought the stocks on Monday. The stock price had increased by 5% on Tuesday and 30% on Wednesday. It went sideways on Thursday and closed with a six percent gain on Friday.

The morning sun rose over the city like a cold piece of brass, its pale yellow light cutting through the heavy gray smog but offering absolutely no warmth. Down on the trading floor of the central stock exchange, the atmosphere was a scene of absolute chaos. Hundreds of traders in crumpled blue jackets were screaming over the noise of the sirens, their hands waving frantically in the air as the massive digital display wall flashed a single, terrifying word in bright red text: HAYES GROUP LIQUIDATION.

Fifteen minutes into the morning session, the conglomerate’s credit defenses were meant to crumble. Triggering global retail panic. The stock price plummeted at a ninety-degree freefall. Within two minutes, the stock triggered NASDAQ’s Level 1 circuit breaker. Trading was forcibly halted. The main trading floor erupted. Suit-clad top traders tore off their ties. The leading fund manager uncorked a bottle of Louis XIII cognac, splashing the crystal liquid over the blood-red data terminals. While chaos engulfed Wall Street, Alexander calmly typed bio-commands into the tactical terminal.

Hazel's name flashed on the screen, and I swiped to read her message. Hazel: OMG GUESS WHO'S A FINANCIAL GENIUS NOW??? ME!!! I frowned at my phone, confused. Another message popped up before I could reply. Hazel: I bought Knight Industries stock yesterday morning when all that drama hit! Then, I sold some shares at close. I made a $340 profit in ONE DAY!!! My fork clattered against my plate. What the hell? Hazel had never shown any interest in the stock market before. I quickly typed back.

“If Vice President Blake still feels unsure, I can also send you the raw data and calibration logs for every monitoring device we used.” Her voice was calm, each word a quiet blade cutting straight into Blake’s pride. Soft laughter rippled through the audience. Blake’s face stiffened as he slowly sat down. The host hurried to smooth things over. “Thank you, Ms. Shore, for the clarification. Any other questions?” This time, many hands went up. Scholars asked technical questions. Investors asked about return on investment. Reporters asked if she was deliberately targeting OceanSky Shipping. Elena answered them one by one.

I stared at the screen before me and closed my trade at $90,000 profit. Irene finally took a break and asked if she should close hers too. “Your choice mama" I responded with a smile. Irene closed her trade and yelled “$37,670" she yelled more and danced around happily. “Damien, I think I am ready to be a full time stock trader". I laughed at her words and how silly she was. “This is the best part of the stock market, don't forget what I told you honey, it is very similar to physical business. There are loss days too" I reminded her again.

His dream of becoming a temperature seems still open to be pursued. "I don't really need grades. What I need is just to be able to follow the lessons," he added. His cell phone then rang. "Hello," replied Titus. "Excuse me, sir?" Silence… "It's okay to let it go down, it's up again later." Silence. “I bought yesterday when the position was open at 1,540.” Pro traders! "Excuse me, Bro, where have we been?"

If we wait until the market opens tomorrow, it ll be too late! Abyss immediately called the stockbroker when he heard Old Madam Tang s words, but the line was constantly engaged and he couldn t get through at all. Such a situation had never happened before. Abyss fell into a state of panic as he saw the continuously falling stock prices on his computer. Then, he grabbed his coat without a care that he reeked of alcohol. After that, Abyss drove straight to the brokerage firm. At this time of day, the brokerage firm should be closed. However, it was extraordinarily busy as there was a flurry of activity going on inside with people rushed around the building.