Novel & Cerita Price Tag From Pitch Perfect

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

Once again, as always, her mother blamed her for everything. Diana didn't agree with that. That's why that night she had worn a short silver dress that highlighted every curve of her body, showing off her long, toned legs. Her chocolate-colored hair and green eyes. They made a nice contrast. She was sitting at the bar when the guy she had been most attracted to in college approached her and was now a successful business executive.

"There are better ways to get money. You don't need to be naked for everyone. Please don't do it. Listen, it was fun taking photos of you that one day. But these pictures are private. I haven't uploaded them or anything. They are just sitting on my camera in a hidden location. No one can find them." Arlo has a point, I understand what doing nude photos and being a porn star would do to my reputation. But Model Perfect pays me birdseed. I might be semi-famous, but my contract is terrible. I get ten percent and Model Perfect gets ninety. That's the way the business is run and that's the way it is. "I'll think about it. Maybe I can find another photo session to take part in this summer okay?" I

I glanced down at my hands and legs, eyes widening in disbelief. "Lucy," Vanessa Parker's voice chimed in, sending a shiver down my spine. "Graduation's around the corner. I need to find a place for my internship, and this real estate agency is offering a 150-dollar discount if I get enough likes on their post. I'm just one short—help me out, will you?" Her tone was polite, almost pleading, but the sound of it made my skin crawl. I turned to face her, her smile seemingly sincere, but a flicker of hatred crossed my mind.

They’re all excellent but the best save for last and finally the MC called Shanes name. “The long wait is over! Ladies and gentlemen, our supermodel, the one and only Miss Shane Sandoval!” Everyone gave her a round of applause and cheered for her. Shane is the most gorgeous, alluring and elegant among them. She walks with a smile on her face and everyone really loves her. The show continues without Shane knowing that I am here watching her personally. Every model ramped up the branded clothes that are trending in America. Shane wears the most expensive brand of clothes. She looks so stunning in every outfit that she’s wearing for the show.

It cost exactly fifty million dollars due to all the luxurious and original properties used to put the place together. So he typed in the price, giving her a little discount. [Total cost is five million dollars.]

" She pushed me to the ground, ripping my shirt open in the process and revealing the ruby pendant hanging around my neck. Yvonne's pupils contracted. Her anger intensified. "How did you get this ruby? It's a family heirloom!"

"Have you lost your mind? How can you expect me to use it when it's all spilled on the floor? What exactly are you trying to pull here, Queenie? "You're deliberately trying to gross me out, aren't you? How could I possibly use something so filthy? You must have lost it, Queenie." "This perfume costs a fortune, Helena! You should be considerate of me and give it a try!" Queenie insisted as she tried to fling the perfume-stained tissue at me. I glared at her and asked coldly, "Don't you think you're going too far, Queenie? How could you force me to use damaged goods? Do you honestly think I'm your personal trash can?"

“Let’s cut to the chase. What’s the offer?” Vanya’s smirk faltered. Luciana’s eyes darkened slightly, but she recovered quickly. “We will compensate you generously,” she said smoothly. I tilted my head. “How much?” Luciana named a figure. Ten million dollars. I laughed. It was bitter. Cold. Their eyes flickered with irritation. I crossed my arms. “That’s pocket change.” Luciana’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s more than fair.” I arched a brow. “If you want me to leave and never come back, I want more.”

My throat tightened at the thought of its price. "Try it on," she urged. I hesitated, then relented. The silk slid over my skin like water, hugging every curve. When I stepped out, her face lit up. "Stunning. Absolutely stunning. If you’ll let me take a photo, I’ll give you twenty per cent off." I agreed numbly, and the flash snapped. A few minutes later, Gordon’s card paid eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars.