Built To Sell Novels & Stories

He approached the man seated behind the customer service counter and gently tapped on the surface. How may I be of use to you, sir? Good afternoon." "What is the price of the pre-built display beds? Barry enquired. "I apologize, sir, but they are not for sale." Barry gave a sly smirk. He declared, "Everything's for sale, for a price." "No, I apologize, sir. In actuality, the display stock is not for sale. Our assembly service is available. Barry looked at his watch and said, "Fine. I want them at my house in an hour." He then turned to face the shocked employee.

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

As builders, not sellers. On our terms. The way we’d always done it.

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.

I don't think a man will ever look at me with love after they see my body, hell even I feel disgusted with myself. "Everyone stand up and get ready," a man yelled at us. I'm being sold again, I don't know why people do this. We are human beings, not items but what do I know right? I'm afraid what if he wants me back? I can't imagine what I'm going to do if he finds me again.

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.

Build it. Every single day.