Seller Novels & Stories

Gem was getting a lift into school early today,Stevies parents had bought him a new car and he wanted to show it off, so he was picking up Gem and Bianca and taking tbem for a ride around town before school "bit pointless though aint it Gem, why doesn't he just take you to the beach or somthing at the weekend?" I say "Thats a great idea actually Beth, thanks" she saysas shes about to skip out of the kitchen before moms sturn voice stops her "wait"

POV: Alexa I opened the door to the office and saw Marcy our receptionist answering phones. As I walked in she waved her hands indicating she needed to speak to me so I waited for her to put the caller on hold. “Good Morning Alexa. I wanted to let you know that one of your consults cancelled for today so you only have two.” I dreaded slow days and now that there was one less patient on the schedule which meant a slow day indeed. “Thanks Marcy. Which appointment cancelled?” She looked down at her list and explained that the nine a.m. appointment cancelled. I thanked her once more and made my way to my office.

"Wake up Camila. I overheard Father talking to a strange man about you." Camila eyes blink open, "What do you mean." She sat up right facing her little brother that was on his knees. "Yes Camila, I over heard them making some deals concerning you. Father plans on having you auctioned." Dante report had sent cold spikes down her spine, her soul and her heart. She could hardly believe it. Camila knows Father has become more complacent, spending all his money on alcohol, drugs and gambling brothels. But she hadn't guessed father will be so cruel as to selling her to an unknown stranger just so he could pay up his debts. Tears gush out of her eyes.

she inquired, her eyes flickering with curiosity. Liam cleared his throat, his voice betraying a mix of nervousness and determination. "I'm looking for something special—a gift for someone I care deeply about. I want to apologize for my recent behavior and make it up to her. Could you help me find something meaningful?" The saleswoman nodded, her understanding gaze conveying empathy. "Of course, sir. We have a wide range of exquisite pieces that are perfect for heartfelt apologies. What is your loved one's taste? Does she prefer gold or silver? Any particular gemstone she adores?"

Veronica paid the driver and so, they walked inside the store. “Good day!” They greeted the sales representative. “Good day, mam! Which phone would you like to buy?” She asked her. “Let me see the collections of phones that you have,” Veronica said to him. For a moment, she viewed varying phone collections. “Okay, Alessandra, check this for me!” She gave it to him for examination. He checked it and after a while, he nodded his head, “this is okay,” he said to her. “Okay! That's good!” She collected it and extended it to the seller.

he says passing it to me. “Who gave you this?” I ask before I open the note. “He said to tell you he was a friend. You have something he wants, and he wants it returned,” the human shares with us. I open the letter and see it is from Alpha Matt. “Where did he give you this?” I ask the human impatiently. “He handed it to me outside and paid me to deliver it to you,” the human replies now afraid.

I have some things to sell. The shopkeeper nodded, his eyes narrowing. ‘Show me what you got.’ With a sense of reluctance, Sirena began to empty the bag onto the counter – jewellery and trinkets that once held sentimental value. The shopkeeper examined each item with a practised eye, his fingers tracing the edges of precious metals and gems. Finally, he looked up at Sirena, his expression unreadable. ‘I can give you this much,’ he stated, sliding a stack of bills across the counter.

“Whatever’s bothering you—it’s better than wondering.” She hesitated, then walked over. He clicked into the gallery portal, then the sales history. The screen flickered and refreshed. Lot #242 – 'The Ridge After Rain' – Sold. Below it: Buyer: Jayke Rowe. Shipping Address: Brooklyn, NY. Ember stared. “No,” she whispered. Asher froze. “What?” She didn’t answer, just stepped back like the screen had burned her. Her breath came sharp. “Why would he…?” Then her phone buzzed in her pocket.

"Calm down miss, I just want us to be friends. You see the owner of this shop is my friend and don't worry. If you agree to be my friend I'll get one of those for you. Deal?" Instead of answering she turned back her face towards the glass. "I see you don't believe me, don't worry I'll show you." He boasted and sneaked into the shop. Dale watched him through the glass, as he kept on walking round the neatly arranged pair of seats. He had begun whistling and making movements worthy of suspicion. "Hey what you do want"? The white, fat man on a red tee-shirt and a black trouser and an apron bounced towards him in anger.

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”