Bartered Novels & Stories

“I’ll put every man I have on this for you,” Barshan told Mikial. Barshan ran a security business in the city, providing a safety net for big wig people, people who had enemies. He employed and trained his people to be able to fit hand to hand and with any and all weapons. His services were called upon all over the globe. But that was only one side of Barshan’s business. He also ran a profitable loan business. He secured loans for individuals at risk, those who had a business or tangible property as collateral.

Arlys is a model and TV host, she shouldn't have any business with Aldo. I lead them both into my office and just as I expected, Aldo is hardheaded through the negotiation process. He insists on a ridiculous price and refuses to compromise. Frustrated, I ask him to get out as I am no longer interested in buying, but Arlys calms us both down and asks me to give her a few min with Aldo. They both step out of my office, and by the time they come back in, Also are grudgingly agreeable.

Feeling reluctant to leave, Thaddeus grudgingly rose from the chair and walked back to his seat. "So where were we?" She continued with a sheepish smile on her face "What will you be willing to give in exchange for this treasure of mine?" "I will give you thirty bars of 24-carat gold for it," Thaddeus quickly offered. "I will give you fifty bars," another elder bided. "If you give me this chair, I will give you a hundred bars of gold and five pieces of diamond," a third elder upped the bid. "I offered to try it when they all cowardly refused. Sell it to me, I shall pay you a hundred and fifty bars of gold, ten pieces of diamond, and four horses," Thaddeus angrily said, glaring at the other e

"What are you going to trade for it?" I took a deep breath. I had no clue what I could barter with him. I paused, considering, and then I spoke. "My Loyalty," I told him. He groaned. "Your Loyalty?" Yes, I replied. "My loyalty to you." He stared at me as though he had never laid eyes on my face. "I didn't command you to be loyal," he wheezed, his voice dry but the words slicing through me like a blade. "That's because you're already in my care, and so you're already loyal."

"If not, I'm yours for the taking. " His beady eyes translate into sharp ones as he greedily rubs his hands together, assured that he'll get more than he bargined for. "Just make sure, I get that aloe, when we're leaving, " I hiss at Grayson who stubbornly stands in place. "What?This isn't the only tent I intend to visit" "How many times are you planning to barter me off? " I whispher yelled at him. "Depends" Grayson jests back. " How motivated are you to place a game of chance?" He grabs the Mechant by the back of his cloak pulling him back before he disaapears outside. "The Valerian, and eels blood"

"Bind your distribution rights to our Northern vanguard. We command the elite supply lines across the entire alliance." "Your lines are nothing but rusted iron and low-grade trench scrap," a third merchant mocked from the back. "Master Franklin, look at our blood-pact proposals. We control the sacred groves!" More supply barons swarmed the stone platform, their dominant scents clashing so violently the air turned thick with aggressive pheromones. Several high-ranking alphas began trading physical shoves, their claws flashing under the fire-orbs as the bidding war spiraled out of control.

Seeing as he looked away, I continued, "Except you want to dip your hand in and take it." "Eww! Gross!" Alaric retched. "You must be out of your fucking mind." Still stubborn, I shimmied and said, "You are the one making this hard. Well, if you so wish. I will tell you one of my business and you do the same." "Is this trade by barter?" He raised a brow. I raised mine too. "Got any better ideas?"

the host said smilingly. Preston tapped Philip’s shoulder excitedly, his meaning clear. He knew very well that Philip did not have much money, so bartering was the best option. The potions Preston brought along would definitely fetch a good price!

She didn't know what to barter, she let the old man go first, he shook hands, got his ale and went to find an empty table. She must've looked nervous because the man behind the counter said, "Hello, are you new to town?" "Yes, just passing through." "We use the barter system around here, it causes less friction and more harmony. You look like you can sing, one song per 2 cups of mead." "Okay, I have a song I can sing." He poured her a cup of mead. "You'll get the second one after your song." She decided that two drinks were plenty. She had learned a song on Earth while she was there, that she quite enjoyed. It was sung by someone named Adele. She figured it was worth singing it for some info

Racheal nodded, listening attentively. “So we learned quickly those who were willing to sell it for extra money to teenagers. They called these things other names. They were not fixed. If you knew what the bad guys in that place called their goods, you could walk to the bar and ask for cinnamon and be sold marijuana under the table. Cinnamon could be cigarettes too at the supermarket next door.” Racheal’s jaw dropped. “What do you think Bourbon meant here?” “I don’t know. Asad Achillie is here.” Jade said, looking into the rearview mirror.