Bartered Novels & Stories

It was morning,the day of the wedding, Brian was up,he had a meeting with one of his business partners, the meeting was scheduled for 7am, and was going to end at 10am, the wedding was to start by 10:30am, he knew he had to manage his time properly.

Bron was playing golf in the backyard with Benjamin. “This game is for chumps.” He declared as we approached him on the field. Benjamin laughed, “you are such a sore loser.” He scoffed at Benjamin but a grin was peeking through his frown. “We’ll if it isn’t the couple of the century. “Hello Bron.” “You two are back early.” He picked up a glass filled with whiskey and took a sip. Ethan frowned at it, but answered nontheless.

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.

Linus commanded. “I’m not good with bartering,” the beta protested, looking concerned. “Don’t set a price, leave that for me, but suggest that we will offer coins, labour, and healing in exchange. I’m just looking for someone who’s interested, so we don’t have to all go to each door scaring all the farmers.” “All right, that shouldn’t be too bad. I’d best leave now then, or you’ll overtake me,” the beta stood, scoffing the rest of his meal as he made his way to his horse without waiting for permission.

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Bit Some years ago, my sister was always pushed to get married by all her relatives. The first sentence they asked her “When will you get married? You’re not too young not to care for this problem.” She never said it again, anytime she smiled. For recent years, no one in the family and relatives talked about her marriage. After all, they thought he needed a baby to rely on in her old age. This ideology has been popular abroad for hundreds of years, but my mother is a rural woman who is bound by the old, outdated ideas left by her ancestors.

But this feature made him only more powerful in my eyes. “Alright, you want to make a deal? I can make a deal with you. I will give your father a full year to pay of his debt to me… Meanwhile you are to stay here as my pet, my toy to play with when I am bored. I have a busy life and I would like someone to entertain me and release me from tiresome stress. There will conditions of course to this deal, you so desperately wanted may I add. If your father screws up in any way he is killed and you are to stay here indefinitely and if you screw up your father gets killed and you are to stay here indefinitely as well. Both ways you have the same outcome, it just depends on who can’t hold up their p

he says, using the nickname people only use when I'm incredibly pissed off, "what's wrong?" "Are you aware of the bartering system between the soldiers and the survivors?" "What?" "Some of the female survivors-like Rose-have been trading sexual favors for extra food! I walked in on Rose and one of your soldiers fooling around in the storeroom, and just now I noticed she had extra food. We got into it, and she admitted to it, and I noticed at least four other girls that are in on it too. Please tell me you didn't know..."

I just wished stefano would come as soon as possible but if wishes were horses beggars would ride on it. “Over to you.” Robin stretched out his Two palms. He pulled his left hand forward, “on this palms is choosing to be with me and enjoying every protection and power I can give while still married to stefano.* He pulled his right band forward. “On this hand is refusing to be with me and being sold into prostitution, slavery, you name it.”

“ well, you are right about that, but, you know nothing goes for nothing in this country of ours, right? , I know you understand what I'm trying to say, you don't have to prevent that you don't understand my words, it's not as if strange to you, you have been to many wars, and exchange bureaucracy, I'm sure you have many experiences when it comes to trade-by bartering, right? Mr. Vertigo stops to ask periodically. Dave on the other hand was already getting bored about where the conversation was heading, he didn't have the time to continue with this conversation, so he flared up. “what exactly do you mean, Mr.Vertigo? he asked calming himself down “well, what I mean is that you have everythin