Man Who Sold The World Novels & Stories

A week later, everything tied to the Crescent Bay incident was fully settled. Ralph was convicted on multiple serious charges, with solid evidence stacked against him, and sentenced to life in prison. The once untouchable superstar, who had ruled the spotlight at his peak, fell overnight. He became nothing more than a prisoner everyone despised. I heard that while awaiting sentencing, he completely broke down mentally, repeating over and over, "I was wrong," and "Please forgive me." But none of it mattered. What waited for him was only cold bars and a long, hopeless life.

The man coughed once more. “Interesting.” I let go of my hold on his hair and rose to my full height. “Those people sound like the ones we have been seeking.” “Please let us go. We won't hunt for anyone ever again.” The man pleaded. “We will all return to our kingdom and take up a trade.” “A trade?” I scoffed. “And what about the people you sold before? Do you think you can live a normal life after all you did?” “We haven't sold any before.” The man shook his head. “You were the first we ever got.”

He had the profile of a greek god but his features lacked warmth and empathy. His brown steel eyes burrowed into mine, a look of disgust on his face for me. "Sold!" the chairman hit the gavel on the table after a brief moment of silence since no one else was willing to bid higher. A wave of ovation took the hall, men chattering amongst themselves and whistling. My eyes locked with Daniel's, defeat washing over us both. He badly wanted to bid higher but he couldn't. "Get her ready and bring her to me" the man pivoted and sharply ordered one of the armed bodyguards standing close to the podium. He owns me now.

I shifted slightly away from him, disgust creeping into my entire being from staying right beside him. Neither of us spoke. I kept my eyes fixed on the passing streets outside the window. People walked along the sidewalks, some were laughing, while some were arguing, and others were probably on their way home. None of them knew that a woman was sitting inside this black SUV after being sold like she was nothing more than a possession. I wondered if anyone would've stopped this if they knew. A few minutes later, the old man's phone rang, and he answered almost immediately. “Yes, I have the girl… She’s prepared and ready. The deal is complete.”

The man’s expression changed slightly before returning neutral again. “You have the wrong person,” he replied immediately. “It has been a very long time since anybody used that name here.” Logan reached inside the bag calmly before placing a stack of money on the table. “I only need information.” The man barely glanced at the cash. “I do not sell information.” Logan nodded slowly, he expected the answer already. “I have never heard of information that cannot be sold,” he replied calmly. The man stayed silent.

Here I am trying to avoid been scolded by Rico and this God forsaken man wants me to get scolded. I raised my heads up to the face of the man holding my hands. A light skin man with blonde colored hair stood in my front.he has a well built manly structure and a good looking face but Rico looks way more handsome than he is. I’m sorry” I said trying to loose my hands from his. He gripped my hand tightly while gazing at me like he was trying to figure me out. “Apology Accepted “ By the way you look beautiful he said smiling Thank you” I replied

10,000 pounds going once, twice…" I was shivering on the stage. The old man had bid 10,000. I prayed desperately that I wouldn't be sold to him. It was clear what he wanted to use me for. I already knew that my body would be used tirelessly if I was unfortunate enough to be sold to him. Just before the trader announced the sale, I saw a hand rise slowly. All eyes turned to face the man and I was confused when whispers broke out in the hall. I stared at the man in shock. I hadn't noticed him before now.

I wonder what is funny about what I said. “O dear! There is nothing like HOME to you now”. The man emphasized on the word home as he finally stopped laughing. “What do you mean?”. I asked, allowing fear to show on my face. “Your parents sold you to me. They owe me ten thousand dollars and since they can’t pay, they sold you off to me with an addition of five dollars. You now belong to me and this is your new home.” The man sitting at the head seat explained with an evil look on his face.

hands. “Mr. Smith” remained silent as he began to ponder. ‘I can’t tell whether this is genuine or not, but 460 thousand dollars isn’t actually that expensive. If I were to actually buy a fake, that would be so embarrassing. If I took it back with me, I’d definitely be seen as a laughing stock. I must be careful.’ However, at that moment, a man in a suit with a strange presence walked over. He was a middle-aged man who seemed to be successful. The man then said to the store owner, “Sir, sell me this Picasso’s painting for 460 thousand dollars. You have a deal!”

"I don't even know where to start, Judy, I've been a literal fool and I just want to disappear from this world." "You can always come home, Carl, please come back home." Judy pleaded. "You and I know that's not going to happen." I said sniffing. "What do you mean by not going to happen?" Judy ignorantly asked. "Dad sold me, or should I say contracted me, to Leonardo De Luca in exchange for his debt." I said, wiping tears from my eyes. "To the Leonardo De Luca? No, he didn't." Judy said in awe. "Yes he did." I responded.