Price Tag Artinya Romane & Geschichten

The girls were brought forward and sold out to the highest bidders, and finally it got to the turn of the supposed mate girl. "Finally Folks, this is the last treasure in box. You can see for yourself why she is the last to be bidden on." The bright stage spotlight focused on her revealing her to the crowd. "Her beauty is off the charts and I believe she would satisfy you properly if you manage to get your hands on her! hehe." _Satisfy you properly_ Heat rose to the tip of my ears. 'Let's see if you are worth the price.' The auctioneer announced the starting price. "She goes for 7 million dollars."

she sobbed, addressing me by a name that made my skin crawl, "we're your parents! No matter how much you resent us, blood ties can't be severed." She pressed a handkerchief to her eyes, playing to the audience. "You're my flesh and blood! I carried you for ten months. If it hadn't been for that awful mistake at the hospital, I never would've been separated from you. But now, we'll make up for lost time. You'll be the jewel of our family, I promise. You've enjoyed Vanessa's life for so many years, now it's time to return the favor. Let's go home." Her words dripped with saccharine sweetness, but her eyes betrayed the schemes brewing within. She wasn't here to reclaim a daughter—she was here t

Looking so stupid. In just a few minutes, our teacher came in again and talked about the Christmas party. Many said that the draw was just for the exchange gift while others wanted the draw for the number and the gift was only unisex but many complained so in the end. Just draw who will be given as a gift. And nothing! I just picked up Aisie's paper so I didn't have a choice. "Hey! Whoever picks up my name! Give me some red lingerie!" My classmates laughed.

Dan barang selanjutnya adalah artefak tingkat roh, Xiao Chen bahkan tidak melihat itu semua dan hanya duduk sambil menunggu barang yang mungkin membuatnya tertarik. “Barang kesepuluh, ini adalah artefak tingkat roh kelas tinggi. Artefak yang sempurna untuk wanita, harga mulai dari seribu koin emas setiap kenaikan tidak kurang dari seratus!” Ucap pembawa acara lelang itu dengan sangat antusias memperkenalkan barang ke sepuluh tersebut. “Seribu lima ratus!” “Dua riba!” Banyak wanita yang memperebutkan benda itu, Xiao Chen yang melihat anting indah tersebut merasa tertarik. Ia berdiri dan menawarkan harga yang benar-benar membuat banyak wanita kagum.

With a measured nod, he replied, "Did I?" "You were working with Rossetti all this time," I whispered, anger seeping into my voice. "I partnered with him for the money," Jean said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “Besides, you'd be surprised how much selling off children would get you.” He laughed after that. "You sold children into darkness," I pressed, disgust thickening in my tone. All those times he took my money and hit me and he was trading children. "I only arranged transportation," he corrected, his voice devoid of remorse.

Dangerous. But real.

After shaking hands and introductions, we all sat down and called a waiter to order food. “So, ladies, I believe your offer in purchasing the Pryce Winsley Academy doubling its worth is truly promising. But... I’m not selling it. Even though Miss Jennings says otherwise, I owned the bigger part of it, so the decision is mine that should be followed.” He asserted and leaned back in his chair after he heard our lawyer's statement about our greatest concern. And I lifted my gaze to look at him. “Name your price, Mr. Herrera. We could make it more than double its worth. How about let’s make it five times?” I replied and asked him, making him let out a chuckle, and he seemed don’t know what to sa

She was multitasking—talking to the kettle, arguing with a podcast on her phone, and bouncing Nathan like she’d done it a thousand times. “I told you, Geoffrey, the mitochondria is not just the powerhouse of the cell! There are nuances! Right, Nathan?” Nathan gurgled in agreement. Or maybe confusion. But Teresa beamed like they’d won a debate together. “Morning,” I said, stepping over a suspiciously placed spoon on the floor. “Morning!” Teresa chirped. “Don’t mind the spoon. It’s Nathan’s latest art project. He calls it Spoon Where It Shouldn’t Be. Very avant-garde.”