Fastest Selling Novels & Stories

Slowing down is like torture for me. “Faster, babe,” I exclaimed, prompting him to spank my right b*tt in an upward position, after which he began to move faster. The water is still dripping in our bodies as he threw himself inside me quickly and hard. When his hand went to my two bo*bies as he thrust inside me faster, I convulsed. “That’s—it… ahh... Calyx... ahh... ahh...” Simultaneously, I moaned. As he dug deeper, his grip tightened around my br*ast. He kept doing what he was doing until I reached my peak.

But here I was, standing in the middle of my office, staring at the screen as order numbers climbed faster than I could breathe. "We hit it," Oli said breathlessly, her eyes wide as she held up her phone. "You just outsold every launch on the platform. You're number one." My hand flew to my chest. The numbers weren’t just rising—they were exploding—millions in sales. Thousands of comments were flooding in. The scent that nearly got me laughed off the boardroom table was now a phenomenon.

"Sir, the Astro Sneaker is about to be released next week. The goal is to break the record of our Android Partner product as the fastest item sold in an hour. But how could we do that?" "Precisely my concern, Shereen. There is no doubt that people would go crazy for our AI robot, that is why it is no surprise that it was sold out right away on its first day of being released in the market. However, the Astro sneaker is different. We are not yet sure if it would receive the same fervent reaction from our consumers." "Your concerns were all unfounded. An excellent marketing technique is all we need to compel our customers into buying our product at the speed of light. Here is my take..."

I knew that he was not going to make this easy for me. " If you happen to have that kind of information, you could be the first one to introduce a new product on the Streets, one that will make you so rich, you won't know what to do with the money. " I said. " Keep talking..." He said. I saw Jack smiling, he knew that I had hooked him like a fish. He wouldn't be listening if he couldn't give me what I wanted. " I have a new drug, I call it the super pill, it is for everyone, even athletes..." I said and went into my pocket, I took out the pills and put them on the table.

the salesman said grandly, “are the fastest and most high-performance cars we currently have available. But if I had to choose the most extraordinary of them all, it would be this one.” He stopped in front of a breathtaking machine, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “This is the Rimac Nevera R (2025) — one of the fastest all-electric hypercars in the world. It boasts a top speed of 267 mph (430 km/h) and accelerates from 0 to 60 mph in just 1.74 seconds. It’s powered by four individual electric motors, producing a combined 1,914 horsepower and 1,740 lb-ft of torque.”

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."

In the heart of a room, brimming with the underworld's most infamous werewolf kingpins, I find myself questioning the twisted turn my life has taken. My father, the formidable Alpha Don Julio, has thrust me into this auction, offering me to the one with the deepest pockets. "500... 1000... 100,000..." The bids are rising quickly around me, as I stand exposed on the pedestal." Their disgusting eyes scan my body, evaluating my worth, calculating how much it will cost to have me in their possession. Just when the tension feels unbearable, a chilling voice cuts through the murmurs: Alpha Johnathon Dupree, the feared leader of the White Wolf Pack, declares, "One million dollars."

Everything seems to be very calming to me, even more calming to me when I revise the revenue report and all the numbers were all showing positive result and profits always continue to rise. The decision that I made to promote the modern product to this world and monopoly it on for myself were the best I have ever made. At these point most of the general masses were already get used to my products and already started to rely on them. The product that were selling the most is the canned foods, cooking herbs, condiments and also tools, that is the most consume items in Fantasma, every branch of Super Store seems to have the same statistic to categories of items that were consumed largely.

CYRIL’S POV I leaned back in the leather chair at the head of the table, watching as the strategy deck clicked through slides on the screen. The numbers were insane, nearly two thousand orders in less than twenty-four hours. Five fucking minutes was all it took for the entire collection to sell out. “This is pretty impressive.” I voiced out, feeling a surge of pride inside. Considering the luxury price they had placed on their pieces, the speed was commendable, and they just needed to keep attention on their brand.

“Ma’am—there’s been a breach. External. Financial systems.” Margaret’s composure cracked—just slightly. Lawson smiled for the first time that night. “You trained me too well,” he said softly. “You taught me to always have leverage.” Margaret turned slowly. “What did you do?” Lawson met her gaze. “I sold you.” The screen behind her flickered. Stock prices crashed in real time. Accounts froze. Power shifted. Margaret’s wine glass shattered in her hand. And Amelia realized, with a mix of horror and awe, that Lawson hadn’t come to negotiate.