Bartered Novels & Stories

“There was another option on the table. Reid didn’t go for it.” “What was it? More territory? Money? His business?” “Nothing as insignificant as that, I can assure you. But if you can agree, then I’ll gladly return the docks to him.” “What was the other option?” “Tsk tsk, that’s between the men I’m afraid. If you’re indeed here to barter for your beloved, I assume you can agree to the terms on his behalf too. Am I wrong?”

His grin faded and a frown replaced it. The conversation about our trade began, and we finalized the agreement on the barter of gold for andesite. He also stated his need for security personnel since his pack trained only scouts. Sharing my forces was never my game plan, but he paid quite a nice revenue for it, so I was willing to let go of three warriors till the contract terms were breached or terminated. “As for your stability, I’ve got something called Valium. Will calm your mind, and you wouldn’t even need an omega to secure your position.” He wrapped his hand around his chest.

FORTY-ONE June 1, 2018 Baskets of fruit and meat in the hulls of canoes, manned by proprietors tapping wares with fresh Baht notes, shouted, ‘First sale of the day!’ They did this because tried-and-maybe-true tradition implied it brought good luck. In places like these, where the skillful prospered and the lazy went hungry, good luck was a currency that mattered. Men and women, buyers and sellers both, contorted themselves to reach for that perfect durian, to shoo away flies. Tourists laid down their earnings after a volley of intense and often inappropriate bartering. Back, forth, back, forth, relent, feast.

So my best friend has been sleeping with my fiance, how nice smiling I knew today might just be fun as I had a plan hatched in my head already Few years back “You do not want to do this Carter, this is a big mistake. It took us years to come to this, was this the plan all along, why now?” Mr Smith Russo screamed out at his best friend and supposed to be business partner, “ this is madness” he begged but seeing the look in his friends eyes he knew it was over, their alliance is over and now the company’s share has to be divided and each partner going their separate ways. “ This isn’t the end Carter” he said with much conviction, slammed the signed paperwork and slammed it on the huge burgund

"I can handle my problems." The bartender, who had been watching the exchange with interest, decided to intervene. "Hey, guys, why don't I get you another round?" she suggested, her voice friendly and neutral. James nodded, holding up his glass. "Yeah, sure. Another whiskey, please." Steve hesitated, “No need to worry; we've had more than enough, and we are very much okay for the night.”

Chapter 112 Air, A Commodity Later, Trent finds himself entering the black market alone, heading towards the specific shop where they inquired about a restricted item the previous day. The merchant, known for dealing in new Atlantian military-restricted items, had mentioned that he had what they were looking for, but it wasn't kept in the shop. Trent navigates the hidden and unsavory place, a black market that can provide anything you need, even if it's hard to find elsewhere. However, what sets this black market apart from others and puts Trent at ease is the absence of one despicable thing he couldn't stand witnessing – slavery. There's no hint of such terrible activity here, which allows

This talk of emotions was uncharted territory. Finally, Petrova, the iron-fisted steel baroness, spoke, her voice as sharp as a Siberian winter. "Very well, Mr Vanderbilt, paint us a picture. How do we translate this...connection... into profit?" A smirk played on Zayn's lips. He had anticipated this question. "Imagine," he began, his voice taking on a mesmerizing quality, "A loyalty program that goes beyond discounts. Imagine curated experiences, tailored to a customer's deepest desires. A brand not just selling a product, but selling a feeling, a sense of belonging."

“We always went through a mediator from the Fae King’s court,” I said. “And we never once rescued someone who made a bad bargain.” His eyes widened. “What?” “We were advocating for their families,” I said with a sigh. “It’s one thing to sell a thousand years of your own labor for some frivolous reason, but we couldn’t allow our villagers to trade living people without their consent.” The bartender returned with two tumblers and six bottles, each containing brightly colored liquids. He tapped on their metal lids, releasing puffs of air that covered the glass in ice. I reached into Griff’s pocket, pulled out his phone, and tapped it on a reader, making it beep.

He asked sounding curious about what I thought was funny . " Nothing " I said lying because I was thinking about how he just looked at me like I'm his next meal and this as not the first time he give me that same look . I held out my hand out for the bag " what ..... no invite inside ?" He said stepping forward to the door way .

he grumbled “I said I am sorry. You know what, to make it up to you, let me be your first customer. Give me your most expensive jewellery and name your price.” I bargained, seeing as I seem to have greatly upset him. “Well… I can settle for that though I do not need your money. It is quite useless in my realm” he replied softly with an excited glint in his eyes “So, what do you want in exchange for it?” “There is nothing that I particularly want right now but I want a blood pact with you for one favour. I will cash in that favour when the time comes. What say you?” he said seriously