Man Who Sold The World Novels & Stories

He left as everyone's mouths, and jaws dropped. “FOR THE LAST BIDDING, $2,000,000. GOING ONCE! GOING TWICE!.... SOLD!" ... When they took me behind the curtain, my eyes searched for the man who had bought me. I've moved my hand and foot faster to speed up the release to the chain that binds me. However, the bald man with the key grabbed my hand and legs. He licked his lip and softly massaged it. My hair stood on end because of what he did.

As the lenses zoomed in, billions of people around the world held their breath in front of their screens. They saw the legendary, cold-blooded tyrant of Wall Street. The disfigured billionaire they had once called a "monster." Sebastian Sterling was covered in soot and blood, his black tactical coat in tatters. His signature silver mask had completely shattered, holding nothing back as it exposed the terrifying burn scars on the left side of his face to the entire world.

Maisse asked curiously. Her father’s expression hardened. "He's a respectable man. A pillar of the community. And more importantly, he's rich. Very, very rich. Think of the opportunities, Maisse! No more struggling. No more worrying about rent, about food, about those… girls." He gestured dismissively towards the back of the house where the twins were studying. "He's probably twice my age!" she retorted, her voice rising. "And you just decided this? You sold me off like some commodity?"

"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?"

“I did not know that—“ “Cause you ain’t human. All things that we do, we give, and we ask, have some value, mate. You should know … the world revolves around one thing and one thing only.” Then he showed his hand and rubbed his fingers together. Raeherys blinked twice. “Money? You must be a thief.” The dark-skinned man cast another grin. “Thief is not the appropriate word, mate. A sellsword I am.” “Sellsword …? You mean … you sell swords?”

He suggested, his eyes beaming with sexual needs. "Do you want to know what I think?” the other man asked and the drunk man shook his head repeatedly till he started feeling his head spin and ache from the too much shake. "I know you will say I'm crazy and stupid but that is the truth. We have to sell her off at least. We have a lot of bills to pay and we've run out of food supplies. Selling her off will be more than enough to pay and provide all of it,” The other man gave his words a thoughtful thought and nodded. "Fine but how would we do that without anyone finding out?”

“We’re here to close the deal. You have to sell them to us.” Her blood ran cold. Adriano Greco. She had heard that name before. Whispers in the hospital. Nurses talking about the underground world. Rumors that made her skin crawl. Then she heard the other voice—deep, cold, calm. “I don’t sell my goods for evil purposes,” he said. “My men don’t work for devils. My goods will never fall into the wrong hands.” The air grew thick, as if the entire hallway was holding its breath. Then—

Lucia couldn't hold herself any longer, she walked out of the ward. It was too much for her to behold. A young man of about twenty-nine years could be seen pacing around the spacious living room of the Gonzales residence. He was clad in a blue tuxedo and black shoes that screamed wealth. His short black hair was styled neatly, covering one part of his eyes. He would have been so handsome, if not for the thin mark, a scar, that ran on the left part of his cheeks, giving him a savage look. He had a beautiful pair of green eyes that reminded one of the green trees of the forest.

He has to. I'd been sheltered my whole life and rarely appeared in public, but the core members of the Family would have seen my picture. The iron door opened. A bald man covered in tattoos walked in, flanked by two guards with rifles. Julius eagerly pushed me in front of the man, selling me like a piece of meat. "This is my girlfriend. See? A dead ringer for her, right?" "And I swear, she's untouched. Completely clean. The Don will be very satisfied."

Not only he sells human, but he also holds auction for secret beast hiding in the shadows. He is an ambitious and greedy man, hoping to stand at the top even if he had to sell his soul to the devil. Criminals are demons, but he is way too far. He comes beyond that term. "Let me tell how our business works," fox man said. "Investment is the key and the fundemential in our field. We had to approach those who were born with diamond spoons in the mouths. You need to read if they are capable to bite the hook. If they are, show the bait and start the deal. It's risky. But if you succeed, then it's a chef's kiss~"