My Family Sold Me Novels & Stories

It's just a transactional marriage, I told myself, but it sounded hollow and unconvincing. I had just been sold, was the bitter thought coursing through my veins. My parents had sold me off to Adrian-like some merchandise that one buys, sells, and haggles over, a mere playing piece in my family's strategic game of securing more money and power. Lying in bed and listening to the sound of Adrian taking a bath, though, some sort of connection-a belonging-was sparked, not quite on a level of rational explanation.

When I opened my eyes, Joseph's face filled my vision. "What did you talk about with Adrian?!" His jaw was rigid. I rubbed my reddened wrist, my voice a sheath of ice. "Do you honestly think there's another option?" I wanted to tell him that the name on that contract was mine. But looking at the desperate crimson in his eyes, I swallowed the words. "Harper, Adrian is doing this purely to humiliate our family." "And he can crush us effortlessly, can't he?" Joseph buried his face in his hands, his voice raw and broken.

The pack ripped him apart, and his screams echoed all night until he finally died from the pain. Thinking of that, I shook even harder, my voice cracking with tears. "I know I was wrong! Please, just take me back! I promise I'll never bother your family again!" But my parents only sneered, "Now you realize it? Too late." They started discussing how the money from selling me could go toward buying Roger a house and paying for his wedding. "I heard we can get a good price for selling girls there," my father said. "They can work as dealers in casinos or as telemarketers."

She wasn't a pet, goddammit! Lei pressed the papers tightly across her chest, a smile tipping the corner of her cherry lips, her eyes stung badly as she fought back every urge to cry. Lucas! That bastard! He.. heavens.. He sold her! Because of the miscarriage? He sold her because of the miscarriage? Her eyes dropped to the statement written in garamond on the file “luxury life in companionship contract.” Lei flicked her tongue. Luxury life? Her fingernails dug into the document. He was really good, he really was good at this. That bastard made it look like he was giving her a good life.

I was only smiling at him because of guilt. “Em, Dad, there is something you need to know”. I told him and found myself playing with my fingers because I was a little bit nervous to tell him the truth. “What is it, honey? I am listening”. “I sold the mansion”. .... Author Tina Nwuba: "Your support is my motivation, my awesome readers (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)".

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.

"I gave this to Mr. Goldstein! Just name your price! I'll transfer it to you right now!" Callista raised her phone watch, looking like she was about to transfer me the money. I was so shocked that I couldn't even feel the pain. Looking at Callista in front of me, I felt my limbs go numb. "Callista, what did you say?" So she repeated impatiently, "I asked you to name your price! You're willing to sell anything for money, aren't you? So hurry up and name me your price!" I felt as if my heart were being squeezed tight, so tight that I struggled to catch my next breath.

“I know this isn’t what you wanna hear at this time…or any time. But it’s?—” Sadie nods, grabs her things and hugs me goodbye. She shuts the door behind her, but it feels more like a slam, shuddering my body. How the fuck am I supposed to fork out extra money? Answer: The illegal auction happening Friday. What other fucking choice do I have? Begrudgingly, I take out the card and stare at it. Conrad O’Neill. He sounds like even more of an ass than Otis’s father.

The day my twin sister was found, my parents decided that, to make up for everything she had missed, I had to sell all the love I had received over the past eighteen years to a memory bank and deposit the coins into an account set up exclusively for her. My mother's hugs were worth 800,000 coins. My brother's protection was worth 900,000. My fated mate's marriage proposal was worth one million... Every memory had a price. If I refused to sell even one, I would be branded selfish and deemed unworthy of remaining in the family. My Alpha father pushed the bill toward me. “Ten million. All this love should have belonged to your sister in the first place.” “She suffered out there for eighteen ye

"Richard, Dani, we have to sell Daisy." I don't mean to sound melodramatic but to say we were devastated would be an understatement. Daisy was part of the family; you can't sell a family member! I had dreamed of learning to drive with that truck! Maybe someday, perhaps Dad would even hand the keys over to me for keeps. But for all our crying and kicking, that's what happened, Dad sold her to some car collector or something and the world somehow managed to keep spinning.