Price Of Love Book Novels & Stories

The words sounded foreign to my own ears and I hated the fact that I was sounding like my grandfather. Clay looked sad. “What about your book, how's it going?” he asked, trying to change the topic. I gave him a small smile. “Well you’ll be happy to know that I already have a title in mind but I don’t have a storyline yet.” “So what’s the title?” I took a sip of my drink and grinned. “Love for sale.”

I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer to anyone who was listening. Then, a voice cut through the chaos, clear and unmistakably female. "Two million dollars." The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the source of the voice, a young woman sitting at a table near the back. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes were fixed on me. The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Two million dollars, going once... going twice..." I held my breath, hardly daring to believe what was happening. The old man had dropped out of the bidding, but this woman was offering three times as much as anyone else. Who was she? And why was she willing to spend so much money on me?

“Oh my gosh!” She can no longer hold her excitement as soon as she beheld the collector’s edition of her favorite books. All twelve of them are hardbound and have a leathery surface and are gold-plated. And most of all, these are all hers. In her estimation, all of these perhaps are in a whopping amount of more or less 50,000$. “Thank you,” she said with a glorious beam at him. “Thank you? Of the thousand of dollars I spent for these books, you only gave me a ‘thank you’?” Denver clicked his tongue.

I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages. "Their addicting, aren't they?" she asks me. "Okay, I get it. This book is definitely worth…" I flip it over and look at the price. "Eight-fifty. I could probably play with this this soft sheep for a while." She smiles and turns back to the books, searching for another one. But a bright red book catches my eye. Grabbing it, I know I found exactly what we're looking for. "The ABC's of Soccer Board Book," I say outloud.

“Because I do.” He studies me. “You actually believe in that.” “Yes.” I narrow my eyes. “Don’t you?” He looks at me with something that feels almost fond… and almost sad. “True love doesn’t exist, baby,” he says lightly, like he’s discussing the weather. “That’s just something people tell themselves because reality sounds less appealing.” I stare at him. “That’s not true.” “It absolutely is.” “Tristan, that’s a horrible thing to believe.” “It’s a realistic thing to believe.” He tilts his head slightly. “Love is chemistry. Attachment. Timing. People romanticize it because admitting it’s mostly circumstance sounds depressing.”

"The fireworks for that day must be the most expensive and the best. "Also, go bid on that Ocean's Tear necklace she likes. I'll give it to her on that day." Listening to his words, I lost myself for a brief moment. It almost seemed as if Martin loved me deeply. However, as quickly as the ‌thought appeared, I snapped myself out of it. Looking up and catching sight of the wedding photo of Martin and Julia, I let out a cold laugh. I opened a page on my phone, which was continuously popping up with successful transfer notifications.

"Honestly, it’s no trouble at all. It wasn't exactly a blow to the budget. The campus bookstore had a clearance bin, so I snagged it for about a credit and a half." The warm smile on Patricia’s face turned into a frozen mask of secondary embarrassment. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. It wasn't that the book was inexpensive—it was the fact that I had just admitted to buying the most powerful Alpha in the Kingdom of Valeria a 'peace offering' that cost less than a cup of cafeteria coffee. To make matters worse, I was standing there bragging about what a bargain it was.

the store attendant says as her eyes crinkle in admiration. “Well only the price of the dress would determine if this is it,” I say trying to downplay how badly I want the dress. “You’re in luck, the dress is on sale for half the price and as your friend has confirmed, it’s right in your budget.” As the words register in my head, I picture myself back in the dressing room, looking at myself in awe, realising I had never looked like that in a dress before. As I go back in to change, I sneak another glance at myself through the mirror and look away so I don’t get carried away.

Summer's POV: The smoke rings choked me until I could not stop coughing. Everyone in the private room turned to stare at me. Alan Rivers watched me with pointed interest, waiting for my answer. I looked at him calmly. "I choose the million dollars." Alan was clearly satisfied with my response. He said with a scoff, "Good girl. Summer, as long as you behave, there'll always be a place for you by my side." With a grand wave of his hand, he signed a check for one and a half million. At least buying out seven years of my youth came at a decent price.

"According to Evans, the normal price is a hundred million dollars but the woman sold it for two twenty. I still can't believe she just abandoned us like that for money. Truly, sis, the love of money is the root of all evil." "And who was mad enough to buy it at such a tremendous amount? This place is not even worth it." "I'm telling you, that witch sold everyone in this company. It was a young man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He looks so handsome and I'm somehow glad he bought it. And yeah, he asked for the managing director of the publishing department, and viola, it's you." She clicked her tongue, staring knowingly at me. "And what's with that look?"