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Scarlet said, “is the one you’ll ride today.” Cassie’s pulse jumped. “Why this one?” “Because it’s reckless, unpredictable, and entirely misunderstood. Just like you.” Scarlet smirked faintly. “And because I’ve been watching it for hours. A window is opening, and it will not stay open for long.” Cassie leaned in, the screen’s glow staining her eyes with restless light. “Okay, what do I do?” “You enter with confidence.” Scarlet tilted her head. “Click ‘buy’ for ten thousand units.”

After a moment's thought, she replied, "Well, if you are interested in purchasing organs, according to market prices, a kidney would be at least 200 thousand. "Of course, if it's something else you're after, we'll follow the Magic Cube rules—nine thousand dollars for a night. You'll have to do the math carefully. It's not cheap." With that, she asked with a smile, "So, what do you want to buy?" Lewis also chuckled. He then finished his drink in one go. Playing with his cup, Lewis continued with a thoughtful expression, "What if it's a person along with their heart?" "Heart?" The woman laughed even heartier. "The heart is the least valuable thing. If you were to purchase me, I'd throw in my h

He asked, looking sorry, and I giggled. "Well, they do hurt, but you touch me gently, so I can hardly feel a thing," I looked away. Why am I shy!? "You should tell me if you don't want me doing something," he said, and I looked at him from the corner of my eye. "Except for spoiling you with my money, you deserve it," he said as he took a braid between his fingers and twisted it. What is this? Why is my heart about to burst? Why do I feel so hot, yet so weak?

When Ava said her job was boring, he bought her a custom silver-gray sports car, the license plate ending in her birthday. And me? I got a few lines of AI code to keep me placated.

"Where're you gonna go, Clark? Huh? You don't have jack shit. You can't live off of that fucking dead end job of yours." Bart scoffed. "Ha. You can't even fucking take care of yourself. I'm all you got. So, you better buck up and get your ass up those god damned stairs. Don't make me tell you again, boy!" "Goodbye, Bart." I turned around and left, closing the door behind me. I walked around the back to the parking area and climbed into my truck. Bart was right. I let him take care of me for the past four years. All I had to my name was this truck, a dark red Ford Explorer Sport Trac. Bart hated this truck. "Get a real pickup truck if that's what you want, not this faggy piece of shit" he had

I raised my eyebrow at him. " Then what you want? It's boring. I will rather get anything you want from here." Ryder asked, with both of his hands on his pant pocket. I don't think I want anything. I'm definitely not a kid to be excited about carnival games. I looked around my surroundings and the only thing that caught my eyes is a keychain. Many keychains are hanging inside the glass box. We can't buy but only win it. I'm not capable of doing it or wasting my money. But I can take a look at it. A specific heart-shaped keychain caught my eyes. It looks new and the most attractive one and I know it will be difficult to get it. " It looks nice but we can leave the place. Maybe, I will find it

It's the least I can do for you. But can I be there for you, cheering, when he holds your hand? No, I can't. Because I'm selfish. Because I still feel that... the desire to make you mine. I can suppress it and leave here, but I can't see someone else holding your hand. Because still, I wanna be the man who makes you happy. But I can never force myself on you. I can't force you to accept me in your life. I've realized that no matter how much money I make, it can't get me your love. I can change the world for you but I can't change your heart.

That smile though. Anyway, my time for that meeting came and I dressed myself with a blouse and plaid trousers like I am applying for work. I tied my hair into a bun then applied some light shade lipstick on my lips. I drove all the way to the campus then looked for his office which was named "Fixing Hearts Request". It was his personal office but it also says in the description written on the advertisement on paper sticking on the announcement board that it was an office where people who have love problems will visit there and ask for the professor for some love advice. My face turned into disgust as I read word for word on the said advertisement. And now it questioned myself if I should st

Irish was walking down the street from her office when her eyes settled on the toy shop. It was the same shop from which she had brought a bunny plushie for the pup. On the displayed glass of the shop, a plushie was placed, and it was so cute that the omega can't help but want to buy it. And she did. The pup has her heart in his tiny fist, and the omega can do anything in the pup. Irish sometimes sees lia in him. She sees him like her own pup.

Bernard paid no heed and continued, "The Art Trading Corporation has a special pharmaceutical formula called 'Heart Eater' that will strengthen a person's body and spirit after use. I apologize for not going through your consent and instead using it on your daughter. "But don't worry, Mr. Mayo, this Heart Eater's effectiveness is really great. "You can ask Daniel and Geovanni if you don't trust me. They've both used it previously, and it's really effective! "Oh, Daniel is dead. Sorry, then you go ask Geovanni, but the outcome will be the same."