Body For Sale Novels & Stories

A god transformed into a man, handsome beyond compare. With a mix of Asian-Finnish features, a well-built body with well-defined muscles, he had a proportional figure. It was no wonder that his handsome face and sexy body became a huge attraction. Like an alive and unbeatable magnetic force of the Earth. His presence had truly hypnotized many women as well as men with his enchanting charisma. It was evident when the female employees gazed at him with admiration and hopes as high as the Eiffel Tower, hoping to get close to him, even if just for one night.

When the door closed, the air was thick with perfume and the scent of new leather. Aria hummed a tune, unboxing and photographing her purchases. "What is all this?" I asked, frowning. Aria jumped, her hand flying to her chest. "My God! Why didn't you make a sound?" Laughing, she pushed a shoebox toward me. "New stuff! Look, I finally get to have things like this." The sight of the lavish goods was blinding. "Where did you get the money? Our accounts are practically drained." Still fussing with her treasures, she replied, "The money Adrian wired—a hundred million. Plenty to spend."

I glared at him. "Oh wow! you make a very good argument, you should be a lawyer. Never mind I will clear this misconception of you. In which world, how is everything sold?" Christian said moving his blue eyes. "I said no, things can be for sale. Human needs can be sold. Humans cannot be sold. You can use my body, scrape me but cannot reach my soul. The day you understand the difference between body and soul, on that day your ego will break. That day you will realize that you can buy a body with your own money, but there is no love of anyone's soul and there is no greater power than love in this world. I am sitting here with you. That's because you have my sister whom I love the most i

The man beside me yells in disgust, his face twisted in revulsion, as he grabs me roughly and drags me inside, my helpless form stumbling along. "Sir, I've sold myself, but I want to sell myself again... one kidney, a lung, an eye, my bones, my chin..." I plead, clutching the man's neck. "But not my heart... I want to fall in love," I sob, my words dissolving into tears. "What am I saying? Am I selling my body? No, I'm selling myself, but only using my services, not my body. Why don't you buy me completely?" My mind spirals into madness.

"Since when did you have a job? Why haven't you told me anything? Also, where are you working? Did you go out to sell your body while I was gone?" She couldn't think of anything positive at the moment. All that she knew was doubting him and having a prejudice against him over his fishy answers because she knew the allure of his face was dangerous for the health of people out there. He must have been selling his body for their money! Yes, the words of a man were sometimes lies when it came to someone like him. She couldn't place her trust in him even if he might have said the truth. Hue was perturbed by her question. Selling his body? Why would he be selling his body when it took him years an

From his sizeable hands, charred because of labour work in his youth, gracing my milky legs with rough strokes - to his pop belly, crushing my insignificant weight against the mattress, so much so that I was amazed I hadn’t dipped into unconsciousness out of suffocation. If anyone walked into the room, they would’ve recoiled at the sight of us: an attractive student in her late twenties, being topped by a frail-looking seventh-something year old man who’d been planning this rendezvous for a long time. Alas, rent was due and I hadn’t any means of paying off my debts. This was the only solution and selling my body appeared to be the most thrilling idea at the time.

"Alright, next up, we have a floral-themed bodycon dress from the 1990s. It has a vintage feel and a collectible value. The starting bid for this bodycon dress is 500 thousand dollars." "550 thousand dollars." "600 thousand dollars." "700 thousand dollars." Quickly, the bodycon dress was bid up to one million dollars. Seizing the opportunity, Grace bid. "1.5 million dollars." When the people around saw it was Grace, they put down their paddles, not intending to compete anymore.

"He never penetrated me. But he would touch me, record it, and use the videos to..." She didn't finish the sentence, but the implication was obvious. "After a while, even that wasn't enough," she said as she pointed toward the box in my hand. "So he hired a manufacturer to make that mold. He calls it a limited edition, but there are actually only two: one he keeps for himself, and the other he sells in the store." My head started buzzing. "Who would buy something like that?" Julianne gave a bitter laugh. "Who knows? Perhaps they're a pervert, just like him. Anyone who buys it knows it's based on a real person's body, and when they use it, the person they'd be thinking of is…"

It seemed like he was just crying in front of her because their mother was at the hospital and needed an operation, but they couldn’t do anything because they didn’t have enough money to pay for it. Four years had passed since that fateful night when she gave herself to a stranger who bought her at an auction. It was a wonderful night, even if it was only for the money. She didn’t regret selling her body just to prolong her mother’s life. She also never regretted the day Summer came into her life. Her baby is the greatest unplanned gift in her life.

Raelynn cautioned, but I was exhausted by the conversation, dropping my tray at the counter, my appetite gone. "Fine, so she's powerful. I don't care. She's out there deceiving millions of girls, promoting the idea that it's good to dress up like a lunatic and disrespect your body, posting pictures of her perfect body, spreading lies that no one will love you if they don't purchase her wardrobe. Worse, have you checked the medical reports? Every year, more than two million people suffer from an eating disorder because they want to get the perfect body. She's a liar and an international slut," I ranted, refusing to order anymore. I was done with this conversation. Continuing it might just kil