At All Cost Book Novels & Stories

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It read, 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

" I inhaled deeply, giving my car's trunk a thorough once-over. Sure, it looked a bit worn, but it was a car my parents had splurged on back in the day. Any damaged part would need the original piece for repairs, costing more than a new ride. I faced the thrilled crowd and, with an icy edge, said, "If you're not going through insurance, then you better cover my car's repair bill." Patrick sneered at me, saying, "Money, money, money. Is that all you ever talk about? I can't believe how materialistic you are, Yvonne. You're such a letdown."

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.

I push my hands into my pockets. He widens his eyes. "No. No." "A life for a life." I smile at him. "It's either today, tomorrow, or never. Times given has been enough." I pull my right hand out of my pocket to brush my hair with it as I turn to look out at the city, though the large window. "You shouldn't be unlucky to loose two things. The money you want so much and the life you've got only one to live." I swallow. "I'll get the girl at the end of it all. I have my ways." I take two step forward and admire the city further. "So think properly. Have your own ways and save those two precious things."

After all… what do I have to lose? ___________________

“Sarah was always looking down on her. Belittling her. She didn’t like the libraries, she treated Cassie like she was too dirty to enter her home, and she refused to visit ours. She wouldn’t say it, but it was hurting her to spend too much time with that awful girl. She was making her feel ashamed of her status.” “Good,” He snapped, “she should want more money. You know who has money? Me.” “All they do is study. Her mother and I are always supervising.” “That’s funny, what colour are her bedroom walls? Are they green? Because Ford told me they were green.” Bart gaped at him, not sure what to say. “Paint her room. Say the owner in the house only wants white walls from now on.” “Does it really

I cried out. Isabel blew out a puff of smoke and agreed, "Elias is right, Renee. Don't they always say that a relaxed approach helps kids thrive? You should've had that mindset from the start of your pregnancy. Who knows, you might end up with a perfectly healthy kid."

Patel breezed in like a tornado of rose-scented judgment. “Anna! Jace! I brought The Bhagavad Gita for Babies! It’s never too early for spiritual depth!” “Oh... thank you,” I said, taking the book with what I hoped was grace and not panic. Nathan immediately tried to eat it. “And don’t forget, my niece’s wedding is next week,” she added, eyeing Jace’s shirtless state and tousled hair. “You’ll need a kurta. I’ll measure you.” Jace made a noise like a dying cat.

I had bought these dresses for Rachel after saving up every penny I had. However, she never wore them even once. There was not even a single crease on the dresses. She had never even touched them. What a waste! It was better to sell them. Just as I was thinking of it, a thought crossed my mind. When Rachel and I had just gotten married in my previous life, a new fashion trend swept across the country. Jackets with lapels and cinched waists were once in short supply. I could get a batch of goods and sell them in the market to seize the market share first.