Man Who Sold The World Novels & Stories

Truth be told, if Darryl were kicked out, he would not know when would be the next time he would see her again. Darryl did not speak further. The bidding for the Godly pill was as intense as ever. No one believed Darryl when he said the pill was ineffective. “Five billion from this man over here!” the auctioneer yelled. The entire crowd was astonished. Five billion. How can a mere pill be sold for five billion? All eyes were on the old man in the first row. He was wearing a Chinese jacket, with a dragon-headed walking stick by his side. The man has a head full of white hair and seemed like he was in his sixties, yet he was full of spirit. Furthermore, he had a deep, powerful aura, clearly n

I was mad to my bones but I couldn't do anything or I would be starting a war in a land I am not entirely familiar with. “We have a 6 million, 6 million do we have 7 million?... 10 million, the man at the back said 10 million, 10 million, do we have 11 million?... 13 million! 13 million going once, going twice...SOLD!!!”, The auctioneer said and the crowd of old men gave a round of applause. The man who just spent 13 million dollars in buying her is a retired congressman, he was married with 3 children but he kept multiple mistresses. His wife was aware of his little escapades but there is little she could do.

I have something to say so I leaned closer. "Do you really believe that kind of justice exists in this rotten world? I mean, people only like to reap what they sow when it's in their favor, and if it isn't, then they'll start becoming less of what people were like. They'll lose their humanity and would turn into a monster who's always ready to bury their crimes as much as they can, just for them to not experience its corresponding consequences." This time, it was my turn to whisper into his ears. "So that they will never have to bow down to anyone, even to their own conscience."

the time has run down really fast. Just then, we approached a busy place where hotpot was sold,different pieces of colourful toys and candy. I was so delighted. I was going to have fun. This was freedom. I was free. I couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. "Hello miss, do you like it here?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile. "I think I like it," I said, smiling back at him. "Alright then." I heard the doors unlock. I gave him some dollars and smiled at him. Just as I stepped out, I heard a loud gunshot. Everywhere that was peaceful suddenly became scattered,everyone running away.

His smile twisted, staring down at me. "I don't have anything to want." I uttered, and that was the truth. "Oh, I think you'll find ways to....earn your keep." His gaze crawled over me, making my skin crawl. "You will be a beautiful addition to my collection tomorrow. Buyers will pay a lot for a beauty like you." My heart skipped a beat as I realized the horrible truth. Alexander runs a human trafficking business by selling his debtors as pimps to men. "You won't dare... I will report you to the authorities." I stared at him with defiance.

My coldness only poured fuel on the fire. [What did this family do to deserve someone like her?] [Her whole family is the unluckiest in the world. Sixty million dollars, gone, just like that. What a shame they didn't catch her making the deal this time. Is there really no way to find out who she sold it to?] [Did everyone forget? Just stake out the lottery office. Whoever shows up to claim the prize is the buyer.] The moment I saw that comment, my chest tightened.

Whispers. The son of a real estate tycoon, he had grown up in the shadow of a tyrannical father. At a very young age, he had been sent to Swiss boarding schools. A brilliant student, cold, solitary. It was said that he had taken over the family business at 22, after a mysterious accident involving his father. Since then, he had built an even larger empire: hotels, residences, private clubs, casinos. And stakes in companies he never named. Nothing escaped his notice. Nothing affected him. And yet, he had looked at her. A simple waitress. And he hadn't forgotten her.

Miss that window and your heart would burst in your chest. That’s why only rich men touched it. Oil brats who thought death was a game they could schedule. Controlled risk. Controlled supply. Controlled by me. And this moron sold it like candy to God-knows-who. With no instructions, no antidote and no fucking follow-up. Which meant whoever bought it? Would be dead in under an hour. I almost felt sorry for them. “You skimmed from me,” I said calmly. “Resold product that wasn’t yours.”

His expression was a mask of pure, unadulterated boredom. "Two point five," Xander snapped, his face reddening. "Three," Houston countered immediately. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. He wasn't even looking at Brittany. He was looking at Xander like he was an insect he was about to crush. "Three point five!" Xander growled. "Five million." The auctioneer paused, his gavel hovering. "Five million from Mr. Vane. Going once… going twice…" Bang. "Sold. To Houston Vane."

“Who did you say control the cartels?” “Some annoying brat named Ernesto. He is from the barbaric islands.” I love the Caribbean and spend most of my vacations there. I smiled at Alfalfa who was fuming in his mouth as he stared at the sunset. They should be scared for messing with Alfafa. “Don’t worry I will have my men put an end to it.” “Please, I want it as soon as possible.” Hearing alfalfa beg it must be so bad. “I have a contract coming up and it would ruin my business. If this news continues to spread.”