Man Who Sold The World Novels & Stories

Turning around, they came face to face with their enemy. Aiden : who are you?? Man : oh my dear friend, you didn't recognize me… Hahaha he chuckled. Aiden : leave calista out of this. That man looked at calista from head to toe and licked his lips Man : how can I leave her when I want her besides me? After killing, you, I will take her with me. Calista starts shaking and trembling in fear. Aiden holds her in his arms tightly. Aiden : what has she ever done to you??

I said contentiously, staring at my father's grave. That was what he is! "Your selfish brother sold me off!, I know right? you wouldn't believe it," I said like I was actually conversing with someone. "But it's true Papa, he sold me. Twice!" I laid emphasis on the last word. I continued "He sold me off to a Heartless mob boss, an Italian Mafia Boss, who takes me as nothing but a soon- to-be Puttana, which I was about to be by tomorrow but thankfully I got out of his hell hole"

He gave them a crack to share then gave me weed bags to sell around. When I refused, he blackmailed me. “You are so ironic, how can you help the world if you can’t help your own blood?” “I want to help the world in a positive way while you want me to help you in a negative way.” “Negative! Want to know what negative is? The world itself!" he said, "Remember our chat last night, a wise man once said every ‘man live for themselves and the old man confirmed it. So will I.” “What do you mean?”

Mane sighed as a dull headache breached his hard exterior and gnawed its way into his skull. Politics had always been a tiring thing for him. Schemes, lies, deception and falsehood; that was all politics was. Mane could easily twist the mind of a man to do his bidding with any of such means, but he had never been a mass manipulator of emotions. To be honest, Mane had to admit that what lam did was brilliant. By keeping half of the information and releasing only a part of the truth, the minds of the people could easily be swayed. It was true that Mane was fighting to save the world. Shiva was a god of destruction after all and would have definitely broken the world in half if he had succeeded

(Theia’s POV) I couldn’t help but look around the room as the man spoke. I didn’t know if my hopes were to see disgust in peoples faces or even a chance that someone was going to help me get away. Either way, I was disappointed on both counts. Some of the people, mostly men, were leering at me, with what looked like raw hunger in their eyes. Some of them were sitting watching the smarmy man as he performed, sprouting some speech about how he always delivers the best quality product and his name as The Salesman was the assurance in itself. I had suspected that the person behind my kidnapping was The Salesman, but now I had confirmation. It was still bugging me that I felt like I had seen this

So for the following days, we laid low and watched from the sidewalks as he walked all around the earth desperately trying to keep his head above the water. He was a man of the plan, he never held onto one thing for more than necessary and he always found a way to make things work. So when he got a supplier from Washington who was willing to sell to him only, I wasn’t surprised. It is true that we closed almost 100% of the market for him, but there was always someone who was willing to bend the knee out there, as long as the prize was satisfactory, and there was a good stash of cash tied to it, then it was a done deal.

He asked Kira. “No. But my men have been monitoring that shop and the old man for more than a year. He is known to have survived the wars as a ghost soldier. He had more blood in his hand than his entire unit combined, and he would sell his soul to whoever gave him the highest bid. He isn't someone who can be bought by money, but he can be bought by power. We believe that he thrived not only by the money and connections he gained, but by all the people he double-crossed.”

Cold. Silence slammed down over the room. I froze. “Four thousand,” the man repeated, grin stretching wide. “Sold.” Hands seized my arm again. They pulled me from the stage. “No,” I pleaded, the word ripping from my chest. “Please. Don’t sell me. Please.” “Shut up,” the man snapped, dragging me forward. We stopped in front of my buyer. I looked up and faltered. He was nothing like I imagined. Tall. Young. Striking in a way that stole my breath rather than repulsed me. His presence was commanding. His gaze sharp, assessing me from head to toe.

My eyes searched desperately for an escape, but the guards at my sides didn’t blink. Then, from the front row, a voice cut through. Smooth. Low. Commanding. “Twelve million.” The room hushed instantly. All eyes turned toward the man who had spoken. He wasn’t masked like the others. He was wearing a well tailored black suit with his tie undone. A glass of scotch rested untouched at his table. And his eyes were locked on me. The gavel came down with a slam. “Sold!” The word rang in my ears like a sentence passed.

“Let me make this clear to you, princess. I own you. I f*cking bought you. Whatever order I give, you obey.” “You don’t own me, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is! I have no business with you. I’m leaving!” I snapped, moving past him — but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist. “It’s Luca. Luca Stone,” he said, his voice low and final. “And from today onward, this is where you live. Don’t make me repeat myself twice.” He released my hand and walked out, leaving me frozen in place. My jaw dropped. Did he just say Luca Stone? The billionaire Luca Stone the man known for his good looks, his ruthlessness, his empire. I wasn’t just sold to anyone. I was sold to him.