Built To Sell Novels & Stories

He puts a finger underneath my chin and angles my head to look up at him. “Your parents could choose to sell themselves. To be hacked into little pieces and sold on the black market. Kidneys, livers, hearts. Even skin and hair can be sold. But they chose to sell you.” His voice is cold and my eyes fill with tears but I hold them back. “They wo-would never-” “Oh but they did.” He raises a hand and I flinch which has him pausing but then he continues as if not noting my fear. He gently strokes my face, starting with my forehead, down my temple, along my cheekbone, over my lips down to my chin again.

"Our day was good...we impressed the three companies we modeled for today and they all treated us like mini gods..the press kept going from one place to another just to see us... We got more direct contract booked for tomorrow and next, right now our account is buzzing with money while my phone is buzzing with messages alerts..my followers on my social media pages has increased so much...Mig has also gotten an iPod,he'll be creating his social media accounts tonight and i can boldy say he's gonna get more followers than i. I'm jealous in advance" I faked a frown and we all laughed. "Another good news,the sales of the companies we modeled for increased and more companies are calling to book c

Joshua opened the door and approached the salesperson, his tone icy. "Um, um, sir, let me introduce you..." "No need, I want this one." Show the building information of Aliana's house directly. The salesperson bravely stepped forward and took a careful look, then suddenly looked apologetically at Joshua. "Sir, I'm sorry, but this building has already been sold out." "Sold out?" Sure enough, when Joshua heard the salesperson say the words "sold out," his expression became even colder. "As far as I know, there were less than five occupants in this building, and you are saying it is sold out now?"

Emily immediately followed them as she prayed in her heart that these men would decide not to purchase after seeing the model. Xyla glanced at Emily coldly before pointing at a few buildings that were labeled as unsold. Xyla then turned to the young men and said, “These buildings are not sold yet. However, the bigger ones have already been bought earlier. These are the only complete buildings with unsold units. They are all of one hundred square meters.”

Her first task was to oversee the sale of a building that needed to be sold within forty-eight hours for 100 million dollars. The previous employee couldn't achieve that in over a month, and the building would be demolished by government officials if it wasn't sold and used to pay government bills. The forty-eight-hour countdown began. She organized a webinar highlighting the site's location, solar power plant, and its importance to healthcare researchers, scientists, and profitability. Coincidentally, the construction company had a social media page for publications and networking. After the webinar, she uploaded it, ensuring it reached a broad audience and indicating the deadline for the s

The butcher, always eager to assist, offered, "We also have chicken feet available today, and they come at a discount. Would you like some of those too?" Adam contemplated the offer briefly, recognizing the potential benefits of using chicken feet for flavor, but he ultimately declined with a polite smile. "Thank you for the offer, but I'll stick with the chicken breast for now." The butcher nodded in understanding and proceeded to inquire about the quantity Adam required. "How much chicken breast would you like, sir?" Adam considered the portions needed for the soup and replied, "I'll need one kilogram of chicken breast, please." With skilled hands, the butcher skillfully prepared the chick

"Our fates are intertwined in this battle. Together, we shall find the strength to overcome." Dupree, organizing a small cache of weapons, declared, "We depart at dawn. Rest up, for tomorrow we venture into the heart of our fears." The night was restless. Whispered conversations, the clinking of weapons, and the occasional hushed chant filled the mansion. As I tried to find sleep, the weight of our task loomed large, and the lullaby from the auction eerily played in the back of my mind, as if beckoning, warning, and guiding all at once.

He pressed himself harder against me, "Yes, I sold you!" I wonder if James knows about this, I can't leave without saying goodbye to him. "Don't look so sad he will take good care of you, such a pity it won't be me inside of you in the night but do me a favore and think of me when he fucks you." I stare at him with tears in my eyes, he sold me my father sold me? I can't be shocked because a father who rapes his flesh and blood will do something like this. "Oh, and if you are wondering about James no he is not here."

Instead, he had followed his nature and selfishly rid himself of her as soon as possible in a way that profited him, selling off her things. I wish she had asked for more than a portrait and a horse, because I would have acquired the whole blasted house if she had wanted it. Not because I care for her, but because it would have been the right thing to do. It has been a long time since I have wanted to do anything simply because it is the right thing to do.

Stefano said finally, his voice even and controlled, “but you built your network inside my existing routes, inside my operational range, and inside territories that have been stable for years, which means this is not neutral expansion, this is calculated placement.” Adrian did not deny it, and instead he simply nodded once, accepting the statement as fact without trying to soften it. “Of course it is,” Adrian replied. “There is no value in building something far from established systems when you can build something beside them and benefit from the structure that already exists.”