Novel & Cerita Did The Weekend Sell His Soul

Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke. He stops right in front of us, his eyes scanning my body. "What?" I snapped at him. "The blood ruined your suit. There is no need to wash it, you should throw that shit away instead." He suggested, gesturing to my clothes covered in Angelo's blood that is now soaked into the fabric and has dried up. I stared down at myself and shrugged before turning my attention back to my brother. "Why do you say that?" I questioned, my gaze narrowed in suspicion. "We

His face was ashen, his eyes glassy with terror and shame. “This is my fault,” he whispered. “Everything… all of it.” Amelia rushed to him, kneeling in front of him, gripping his trembling hands. “No. Don’t say that. He’s doing this because he’s cruel.” Mr. Philip shook his head weakly. “I sold you to him,” he said, tears streaming freely now. “I thought I was saving you. I thought… I thought I had no choice.” Amelia swallowed the lump in her throat. “You were desperate. That doesn’t make you evil.”

"He had failed to accumulate the money he owed me and instead gave me his 'next prized possession', his daughter. Since he let me down with his failure to repay his debt, I accepted his daughter as a compensation" Silence fell over the entire room at my response. "That's the only best thing I can accept from that kind of a man" I scoffed. It was no surprise for a man like Gerald to sell his own daughter for his selfish reasons. A knock sounded on the door and I instantly knew who it was. "Come in" I said and waited for Flora to enter the study. Her anxiousness was evident through her expressions and body language. And it only kept on getting worse as Emmett and Drax shot their questions her

It was something else he couldn't name, couldn't get out of, couldn't think of, couldn't make sense of. Everyone would pay for their own mistake, but himself? He would pay for the mistakes of others. Moreover, among these prices was that girl whom he hated even though he did not know! He made a new deal with businessmen from America today. All his work and others... It would all end because of others. Not just his property... His life, past, future...

Old Prisley had served at the army. "That is true. I meant to say that I am selling the dinee. For the past few months we have not been making any meaningful profits. The new diners have taken over. I also want to spend time with my wife before she leaves this world. The doctor said there is nothing they can do about her chest. I want to stay close to my children and spend some time with them." "That's..." Maisse could not find her voice. Vik just stared at Old Prisley.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

"Michael, you know how much I've waited and longed for this very opportunity to seek revenge. Do you think something as feeble as love will make me dump my mission? This is something we've been planning for a long time." "You know how we planned this all from the beginning. How we both paid off Mr. Edwards' capable workers to leave the business, how we were able to infiltrate the company's inner circle by buying off one of the directors. How we were able to send one of us to meet Edward to come to me for financial support, the banter and back and forth we had with Edwards before he finally agreed to sell his daughter to me?"

She'd rather die than stay by his side, enduring the daily abuse. "Help you? After you ran back to the country, we have no connection. I treated you well all those years, but you ran off without a word. Now you want me to save you? Do you think I'm a fool?" Drake asked. "Drake, if you save me, I'll work for you forever. I'll repay you," Rebecca swore, but Drake didn't believe her. "I don't need a cripple working for me, and don't think I don't know what you did. Your husband sold you to various investors. I find you disgusting," he said, hanging up.

"That's the point." I stepped into the elevator. The doors closed. I rode down in silence, with my mind spinning. When I stepped outside, the night air felt heavier than before. I walked back to my car, with my hands shaking. I'd thought I was borrowing money. I'd thought I was solving a problem. But I had just sold my soul, and now the Syndicate owns me. I sat in the driver's seat and stared at the steering wheel. Two weeks to fix Blackbridge.

This will take forever. At least it was the weekend ahead and I had a couple of days to snap and post before I had to go to campus on Monday. I worked hard that weekend, I posted a lot and sold a couple of my items fast. I keep track of the money and calculated it for my tuition. Damn! This is going too slow. I'm so exhausted. I decided to drink, still got my stash of liquor at the bar. Thank god I did a lot of partying before. Hmm...maybe I can sell this.