Body For Sale Novels & Stories

Even when he separated himself from Violet's body, his soul was anxious to have sex and enjoy the perfection of Violet's perfect body. Violeth approached Carver when he was already sitting back on the edge of the soft and comfortable bed. In one move, Violeth fused her body with Carver's. "How does it feel? Isn't it delicious? I always take care of my body so that men like my body," Violeth said in a whisper. "Very chewy and delicious but I wouldn't bite even though my teeth wanted the rosy tops of your breasts." . "But if you want a bite, that's fine. I guess you don't know that the people I'm paying for often bite me out of annoyance and say it's too good," Violeth said in a very lewd way

“Twenty million for the beautiful daughter of Sebastian Montage!” Me. Twenty million. A dry bitter laugh scratched at my throat. Just days ago I could have tossed that amount to something. Given it out like it meant nothing. Now it was my price tag. Twenty million. For my body. My soul. I was being sold. Auctioned like livestock. The world spun. I was just property. And they were lining up to own me. Was this even legal? No. No way in hell. This was the 21st century. How could something like this still exist? People being sold off like cattle. Like playthings. I wasn’t in some dystopian novel. This was real. Too real.

Right then, my phone lit up with an alert from some shady underground live stream. There was Jeffrey, broadcasting live! The headline was like a punch to the gut. [Wanted! Runaway fitness coach! $5000 reward for tips.] I tapped into the stream. There was Jeffrey, clutching his belly, his face a swollen mess, waving my ID card. "Listen up, folks! This lady is on the run for attacking me. "Spot her, and let me know. Catch her, and I'll let you keep her for three days." The chat went wild with messages.

I responded. "There are women selling their bodies for far less. And what's the problem with that?" she raised the question, her nose in the air and arrogance at its peak. "We're all free to do as we please." I stood up from my chair; it was impossible to remain seated and listen to Rachel talk about that subject. I admitted that the issue wasn't about selling her body or anything of the sort. "Let's get straight to the point, Rachel. What do you want?"

“Get up there. Let's have some breakfast." He shouldn't show his body just yet. She turned her head. She narrowed her eyes when she saw their two maids, who she thinks is about her age, peeking and laughing. When they saw her, the two of them left. Helios grinned. It seems like Trinity doesn't want other people to see his body. “Don’t worry, my body is only yours,” he joked. Even though it's true, all of him was for Zoe only. "Shut up! Get up there!” Zoe said, then sped off.

I was furious. I immediately called the seller, ready to tear them apart. However, a cold, automated voice answered instead. "The number you have dialed does not exist." A deal like that was never meant to be clean. Black market transactions didn't come with customer service. I swallowed my anger and accepted the loss. I reopened the promotional video on my phone. The merman in the video was soaking in a clear, sparkling pool. His face was perfectly shaped and sharp, and his deep eyes seemed to pull you in. Water ran down his strong abs, catching the light.

Her mother needs a transplant and there's already a donor but there's no money to pay for the surgery and other things. "Let's start with 500, 000!" the bidder shouted. "This glorious girl is selling her virginity, she's very much a whole package like a doll. At this age, who has beautiful legs, plump butt, very much natural and beautiful round breasts that are all natural? Now, let's raise our numbers for the bids."

“Who are we selling to?” Ambrose smiled again, almost grandfatherly, which only made my stomach drop a little. “People with expensive tastes,” he replied. “People who want something young and untouched and easy to mold. That kind of merchandise.” My face collapsed in horror. Was he talking about selling human beings?!

The next second, his huge stalwart body came closer to her as he clasped her jaw, saying, “There’s a next time? You still have the gall to accept this sort of commercials that require you to sell your body?” Fern glared at him furiously and scoffed. “What do you mean by commercials that require me to sell my body? Can you not make it sound so crude?” The man narrowed his eyes mockingly. “Is it not? You’re dressed like that, allowing everyone to see you so exposed. How is it not considered selling your body?” Her cheeks flushed red in an instant, from shame as well as anger. She raised her hand, wanting to hit him. “Hoodlum! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Even on the drive to the office, Donald found himself glancing sideways, irritated at the unwavering silence. By the time they reached the headquarters, Donald was almost relieved to step out of the car and into the buzzing corridors of business. His board of directors were already waiting for him in the sleek glass conference room. “Mr. Ervin,” one of them began as the meeting settled. “We’ve secured a potential acquisition. Luxury beach houses, prime properties around the world. Hawaii, Santorini, Bali…” His voice swelled with pride. “We believe it could be one of our most profitable expansions yet.”