X-men Comic Books Worth Money Novels & Stories

“You think one is better than three? Are you kidding me?” Clement waves his hand dismissively. “We are talking about Professor Luna Xena here. Do you know how much she is worth?” he asks his equally devilish friend before answering himself. “She more valuable believe me and no one here would do anything stupid to risk her life.” “Shit!” the Lycan king curses out dramatically, intentionally proving Clement right. “See that. Even the king knows it,” Clement beams. “Xena!” I warn when she takes a step towards Clement, exchanging herself for Amy, Nadia and Xaden.

"Xavier's behavior is so audacious! Asking a woman for money! Sometimes I just feel like... Ugh! But if I back out now, wouldn't I be giving up everything I've invested so far?" Alexia pondered for a moment, displaying visible disgust. "Fine, I'll transfer it to you immediately. Xavier, once I send this thousand, I'll be completely broke," Alexia's voice carried a tone of resentment, leaving Xavier feeling uneasy. Did she spend less when she was with him before? Now, a thousand talents felt like a huge demand. If it weren't for her fake merchandise, he wouldn't have stooped to the level of seeking collaboration with Carissa. Asking for a thousand talents was already a favor to her. After end

Chris finally realized Xavier was serious, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind?" But almost immediately, his shock morphed into mockery. "Or maybe the price just isn’t high enough for you. Fine, name it, how much will it take to get you on board? A hundred thousand dollars?" Xavier’s expression remained ice-cold. "There isn’t a price." He wasn’t going to sell his conscience just to help cover up their mess. Chris let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh.

Warren, especially, felt his entire body had become so weak that he needed to hold onto the door frame to support his body. Eight billion! That should have belonged to him! The reason they came after Xyla was to continue begging her to accept them as her students… However, they didn’t expect to overhear such heart-breaking news. Despite having run antique stores their entire lives, they couldn’t even earn more than someone else who casually got lucky with one antique loot. Soon, Xavier cheerfully wrote a check of eight billion dollars in front of those three people and handed it over to Xyla. Jealousy was not a good look upon their faces…

"You really are the reigning champion of not caring about fame or fortune," Xavier said, giving a thumbs-up. Macie caught the meaning in his remark and explained, "I only traded it for something that matters more to me." Xavier couldn't help wondering what could possibly be more valuable than billions in compensation. He wanted to know what could make walking away from that kind of money worthwhile. He was about to ask when Alice answered for her. Xavier was speechless after he heard the explanation.

His gaze landed on a limited-edition Gundam model, and for just a moment, there was a flicker of something boyish in his eyes; it was something like longing. Just as quickly, he pulled himself back together. Logic took over again. "Let’s go. It’s just a mass-produced plastic product. Manufacturing cost doesn’t exceed $7, and they’re selling it for $140. There's no resale value whatsoever. It’s purely a cash grab." He turned to leave. This time, I grabbed him. "Xavier, your math checks out. But you missed one thing." "What?" he asked, confused. "Emotional value." I pulled him straight into the pop-up store and pointed at the model. "Wrap this up."

"$10 million going once. Do we have any higher bids?" Abigail was fully aware that money was something that Xander did not lack, but even so, seeing him push the price up to $10 million with one single gesture was nothing short of breathtaking. Swallowing hard, she repeated her previous question. "Mr. Zane, you really want this comic manuscript?" "I'm not interested in it," Xander said, and his gaze did not leave her. The sight of her torn expression and her clear desire for the manuscript clashing with the harsh reality of her financial limit was more than he could bear.

Violet’s P.O.V. I found the answer to Hael’s question easily enough. Alpha Xavier was taking in an extra eight hundred thousand a month, which totaled to almost ten million dollars yearly. The sheer number of zeros on the screen had made my mouth go dry and my vision blur. That was life changing amounts of money, and it was all going to one person. Why? As much as I wanted to know the answer, I couldn’t stop myself from avoiding Hael the following day. Tuesday came and went without one sighting of his dark hair and eyes that seemed to track my every breath.

"Dr. Xavier, you should know which matters more. Check your account." Dr. Xavier obediently pulled out his phone and looked at the woman in amazement. "There's really money!" His previously empty bank account actually had funds—five million, to be exact. "I'm not asking you to do much—just one autopsy report. Don't worry, I'm much more careful than you are." With some reluctance, Dr. Xavier finally agreed. Back in the present, Dr. Xavier looked at Melvin and Sarah. "These past few days, my heart has felt like it had a boulder pressing on it. Now it's finally lighter."

Xena wasn’t about to let herself be taken advantage of. “You want to settle up? Fine. Let’s settle up,” she snapped. “What about all the designer bags, jewelry, and other gifts I gave you over the years? Those were worth well over two hundred thousand dollars. Doesn’t that count for anything? And didn’t I give you a commission rate five points higher than other managers? Isn’t that money too? So what exactly are you asking me for another four hundred thousand dollars for?” Sasha stood nearby, stunned. It really looked like this was the end of their relationship.