Price Tag From Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

The theme of the ball was Purple Skies and it was mandatory to wear suitable colors to match the theme. I took one of my purple dresses off the rack. It hugged my body in the right places and the back area was exposed. The gold straps made it prettier than usual and I thought it would be best to continue with gold. I put on my favorite pair of gold heels, gold earrings and a long tassel statement necklace. Gen assisted with curling my hair and doing my makeup. Finally, I applied my body perfume and took my gold clutch and walked out the door with Gen following beside me. ________________________________

I could only hope I had made her pregnant first the night that we fucked. I decided to retreat for now since I knew where to find her. I went back to my office and was flipping through my phone when an article caught my mind. 50 most eligible bachelorettes. Tiffany Harding of Harding International Bank was number one. I read and found out that she had recently broken off an engagement and was now single again. My mood improved. This would be my way in. I would get my assistant to get in contact with her father and request an engagement to her. After all, money talks and I was successful in my own right.

“I'd ask you again. How far are you willing to go, to get the answer to your prayers? “He questions, and I exhale. “Very far. I want to be perfect. Flawless. Irresistible, and glorious. I want to be excellently perfect, and I will go to any length to get that. “I reply, and he stares at me again for a few seconds. “Come with me. “He says as he turns towards a door beside the desk. I move towards him, and he stops before the door. “All magic comes at a price. I hope you're ready. “He says, and I smirk internally as it has finally happened. I knew all his drama was about money. Asking me how far I was willing to go, was actually asking how much I was willing to pay, and I understood fully well

“And what of your ‘ millionaire by twenty-eight’ goal? How would cashing in lucrative investments to help out a buddy affect your net worth? I doubt small-town quilt stores are renowned as sound investments.” He didn’t meet her eyes. “Sound enough.” “Thanks for the offer, but no. Don’t worry about us. I’ll think of something.” Feeling inexplicably lighthearted, she grinned. “Besides I hear Cutie Pies is hiring.” He smiled back. “Don’t start taking people’s orders just yet. I still might be able to pull off that miracle.”

Michael was beside him—tied to a chair. Lena's heart pounded. Mercer smiled for the camera. "Hello, Lena." Mercer's Warning Lena had her fists clenched. "How long has this been live?" she ordered. Noah checked. "Not live. Pre-recorded." Mercer's voice filled the speakers. "You keep following me, but you don't know how to play the game. You think you're tracking me?" He laughed. "I'm letting you play. But games have a cost." Lena's stomach turned.

My heart is pounding fast as I think of what Blake said to me just a while ago, ‘I don’t have that amount, but I know who has. “Sorry if I had to decide for you, but he’s paying two hundred thousand for the paintings, and I said yes, you will do it.” My mouth opens in surprise, jerking when my phone rings. Stella, puckering her lips, points on my phone as it plays Winnie the Pooh’s sad song. I slide the screen and answer an unrecognized number. “H-Hello?” I stutter, placing my hand on my chest. I really need to see a doctor.

Her voice shook with excitement. "This... this is century-old blood vine, the kind that grows only on sheer cliffs deep in the mountains. You can't buy this on the market. It's priceless!" Then she opened the bottle of salve, and her eyes nearly popped out. "Could this be... the black jade bone-mending salve lost for a century? My God, this purification technique, this potency..." Dr. Mercer suddenly looked up and stared at Mrs. Whitmore, asking urgently, "This half bottle of salve, plus these herbs, is worth at least three million!

“And this final dress is going for a starting price of three hundred thousand dollars.” “Three hundred and twenty thousand!” a wealthy lady in the front row instantly raised her card. Mitchell leaned closer to Isadora, a small smile on her lips. “Do you also think the price of this one is ridiculous, Dora?” Isadora bit her lower lip gently and shook her head. What exactly did she know about this world? If Mitchell said the price of these clothes was worth it, then it was. She chose to keep quiet. “Three hundred and thirty thousand!” another wealthy man called out, intending to buy the masterpiece for his own wife.

The sunset melted into the ocean, soft and golden. “why do you love me? ” she asked suddenly, her voice small. Chase chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because you're perfect.” Perfect. There it was again. That word, like a knife laced in honey. Her smile faded slightly. “And if I wasn't perfect?” she asked softly “would you still love me?” He laughed, not realizing the weight of her words. “well then, I'd have to tarde you in. ” Her body stiffened just a little.