Bartered Novels & Stories

He added. But Arthur really wanted to obtain that ‘essay making program’ since it will make school life easier for him. And yet, what could he offer Albert that would make the younger student agree to the deal? It’s not like he can just offer anything, something of that high value needs something of high value in exchange— it is a Barter Exchange System— and he could not think of anything that would be equal to the value. The program was made with blood, tears, effort and time; what could he offer that also has that kind of element in them? He has nothing of the same sort, none that he could think of.

Kelvin answered. “Since you're been so nice to me, it's only natural that you call me Oliver too.” Zara did not know if she was imagining it but she could feel a sort of tension or maybe it was a competition between them. She could not quite place it. “I hear you need a fake wife to save your company,” Kelvin continued. “I hear you need finances for your treatment,” Oliver shot back. “Let's cut the story short. I have the solution to your problem and you possess the solution to mine. Why not exchange? Remember the very old trade by barter?”

The title rippled around the table—acknowledgment, and a test. Aria rested her fingertips lightly on the table’s carved edge, the cool wood steady under her hands. “‘Proper,’ you say?” she echoed. “Let me tell you what it really looked like.” She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to. Quiet in a room like this drew more ears than shouting. “I was bartered,” she said simply. “An unwanted omega, traded to a ‘strong’ Alpha for political advantage. No one asked if I agreed. No one cared.”

The meat packed beneath it was green, rotting, and completely spoiled. "What is the meaning of this?!" Tavian shouted, his usual calm mask shattering into raw rage. "You came into my territory to sell us poison?!" The broker backed away, trembling violently as my enforcers closed in, weapons drawn. "W-we can negotiate! There must have been a mistake! A bad batch from the warehouse!"

"I... I don't seem to understand you, sir. I would appreciate it if you can explain further." "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the recently proposed term of tranXglobal in regards to their partnership with us." Benita's face narrowed, her face turned pale. "I understand that the terms are difficult to comply with, but we should consider that maintaining our partnership with tranXglobal will help us succeed, and we will have the privilege to tap into new markets and increase our revenue," she cooed, a concerned look etched on her face. I exhaled sharply, trying to balance the benefits and possible complications that may arise as a result of our action, in the nearest future.

"Besides, you know our rule. You can't go out with him. I've already marked him as mine and no one gets to go out with both Harper twins. That's not how it works." "As yours? You marked him as yours? What did you do? Pee on him? Is there a brand on his ass I should look for? Besides, you don't really want him. This was just to get the car fixed. And what about Brad?" "Brad was to get to Mitch, who was to get the car fixed. Do you really not know how this works?" "I know how you work. It's not how I work, however." "It's the way the world works, Aimee. It's a barter system that's as old as time. I didn't create the system. I just know how to maneuver within it."

I grinned, "It sounds slutty, but maybe she'd be interested in three guys, too...maybe you could barter Pete for Bryan." Looking at Pete, "It's something you two need to talk over...but maybe you could barter your services? I tried to look serious, but grinned, "Would you be open to being shared?" He grabbed his cock around the base, focusing our attention on its nearly erect status, "I think this's the answer to that question...I'm in!"

cried Rose quickly. She knew Bella would not easily accept her suggestion; it's just that she felt sorry for Bella because she had to live a difficult life so far. "Is this not selling yourself?" Bella asked after a long silence. "Suppose you're bartering with someone. Exchanging things for mutual benefit. Some sugar daddies just want the company to talk to, hang out with, or something like that, and some do want your body. No one knows for sure what those billionaires want," said Rose slowly.

Koda continued, his voice heavy with a mix of disappointment and frustration, “I’ve been talking to Barry, and things were looking good. But now, it seems like he’s having second thoughts about selling it for the price that we had agreed on. Now, he has a much higher number in his head, a number that I can’t pay. It’s like my dream is slipping through my fingers, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it from happening.” Koda spoke as he dropped his head down. My heart went out to my brother. I reached out and rested my hand on his shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze.

Instead of money, they agreed if Andrew won, Barry would be his assistant for a month and if Barry won, Andrew would be a bartender in Barry’s restaurant for a month too. Andrew regretted that he ever took the bet and hated the fact that he lost. He sighed. “Okay…” Barry let out a chuckle at Andrew’s defeated tone. “Friday market, tonight. You know where the bar is, right?” “Uh-huh.” Reluctant, but he had to do it, fulfilling his part as the bet’s loser. “Cool. Be there on time. I’ll have eyes everywhere.” Barry ended dramatically, then making sure Andrew heard his hard laugh before ended the call.