Priceless The Book Novels & Stories

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

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.

I paid the money right away. Then, I asked Joseph to give me the receipt. Once everything was sorted, I looked at the receipt and smirked. I pointed my phone's camera at the receipt. "Everyone, do you see this? I came to dine at our hotel's restaurant and received a bill of 6.2 million dollars. Included in it is a fine of 1.28 million dollars that was imposed on me." In the meeting room, the members of the board of directors were all frowning. My mother, Patricia Sherman, said furiously, "Nicki, how dare you do something like that!"

Then, just before the door closes, her voice reaches me one last time, carried by the wind, barely more than a breath: “I never lied about the shadows still watching. Be careful.” A chill slips down my spine. I freeze for half a second… then continue inside, the door seals and the plane begins to move. Outside, the world is breathtaking and bright. inside, I sit quietly, knowing one truth as deeply as I know my own name… peace never comes without a price, and the shadows only exist where there is still light worth taking.. I arrive late to the mansion. The lights are dim, I pick up my phone to check the time and I see a few missed messages from Jackson.

I touched the books devotedly and looked at Alessandro in complete shock. “Do you know how hard it is to find all these books?” I questioned when I saw the first edition of Wuthering Heights and pointed to it. “That book sold in 2007 for $225000... That's too much.” “It cost me almost $300000,” Alessandro said matter-of-factly. “It was a bit of a hassle to move everything, but it's worth it. All the books are yours to do with what you want. They are your property; the invoices were issued in your name, and I paid the respective taxes they carry.”

Freya's anger carried her straight to her father's study, her heels striking the polished floors like hammer blows. She threw open the heavy wooden doors, ready for battle. The scent of leather and old books – usually so comforting – now felt suffocating. "How dare you use David to manipulate me! After everything he did—” Mr Peterson Hart didn't even look up from his desk. Instead, he simply pushed a document toward her, the paper sliding across the smooth surface of his massive desk. The casual gesture stopped her mid-sentence.

"It doesn't matter how much it cost me because you're worth everything I own." I feel a tightness in my throat and fight the tears pooling in my eyes. Oak's gift is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever purchased for me. Thinking about how much it would have cost him, though, makes me a little sick. The first edition copy of Jane Eyre has to be worth tens of thousands of dollars. I return his kiss, wishing I wasn't falling deeper and deeper into this fantasy with him. When we break apart, I look into his beautiful eyes and feel a stray tear trickle down my cheek.

Edward and the others finally came to their senses when they heard his exclamations. Cecily covered her mouth with her pretty hands. There was a shocked look on her face. Edward, Rachel, and Timothy looked at Austin in utter shock. "Child… How much do these gifts cost? It's no humble gift at all!" Edward's voice was trembling. A single manuscript already cost 300 million dollars, so combined with the other gifts, the price would be astronomical! With his wealth, several hundred million would be a small goal, but it wouldn't make sense to give gifts worth that much to someone.

The harsh reality of my life flashed before my eyes. **************************************** I took my time to explore the magnificent mansion. There was an in house pool, jacuzzi, and a huge library. I wondered what he needed the library for. A garden area where I immediately felt relaxed. The mansion had high security as it was heavily guarded by CCTV cameras and bodyguards. Being famous and wealthy means he was always prone to attack from his competitors and enemies. "He is a good person," Martha said out of the blue. We were currently in the huge kitchen supervising other maids running around while preparing dinner.

She blushed scarlet, making me magically stand on my feet and walk towards her end of our long dinner table. “That’s not how I saw it,” I began. “I saw a beautiful woman, perfect even. But how you handled your fear and trauma brought about by the whole situation, showed that you’re not as delicate as I originally thought and expected you to be. Amongst all kinds of flowers, it’s the Rose that came to mind.” “Soft, beautiful and perfect petals but very strong thorns,” she mused as she looked up at me in awe. “Yes,” I looked down at her and offered my hand. Which she took and used it for support as she stood too.