Seller Novels & Stories

I think you should consider another brand. Mia turned her head and looked at him. He nodded determinedly. Mia understood and said to the seller with a smile: - Sorry, I don't really like the style of this car. Hearing that Mia was unsatisfied and didn't want to buy it, the seller's face immediately turned cold: - If you can't afford to buy it, say so directly. Don't say you don't like the style, just think it's too expensive. The seller estimated Mia's outfit. Jeans with a t-shirt, so old fashioned.

I reply. "A good cause," she scoffs. The painting, although ugly, is sold at auction for an exorbitant sum. However, everyone knows that it's not about the articles. It's about the dispute. The guests applaud the buyer, then the master of ceremonies announces the next item; a Mendis Coconut Brandy, a coconut brandy aged in wooden barrels. - Do you want to bid? – Angelic asks me, but his eyes are fixed on the stage. - I do not want.

Ivy said, and Piper smiled. Piper was discharged, and as she and Ivy went home, she received a message. *Broke? Sell anything of yours, at a reasonable price. Call today!* Piper sighed, and kept her phone. She had nothing to sell. However, as the hours rolled by after they had gotten home, she kept on seeing the message. Then, she dialed the number. "Hello? Burner's service speaking." A woman said. "Hello. I… I saw the message about selling stuff, and I thought if it would be nice to sell a sofa." She said.

However, he still regarded me with disdain, as if I were a discarded piece of trash on the sidewalk. Trying my best not to let his judgment affect me, I left the store and continued walking. After some time, I stumbled upon a shop with elegant gowns and dresses showcased in the window. One particular dress caught my eye immediately. It was a stunning African-print gown with a captivating low V-cut. The flared bottom flowed beautifully, and the shoes displayed alongside it matched perfectly. I was enticed to buy it, but the thought of not having anywhere to wear it dampened my enthusiasm.

I said and placed them on hissl table "Oh thanks" he said " Your welcome sir" I said I looked at the corner again and surprisingly nine girls had been sold and it was just a girl remaining, Delvin looked at the take the last girl but it seems she wasn't in his interest, I watched as Delvin tried convincing the man to take the girl I turned my back to leave when a lady called me, I walked up to her table. "How can I help you ma'am" I asked. "Can I get a glass of tequila" she asked.

Don't you know when to shut up?" A rough voice across from us whispered out. We both looked at a girl with dull but angry dark eyes glaring at us with her back sitting against a cement wall. "If the guards hear you, they'll hurt you." Her brow furrowed in anger. A large welting bruise sat just above her right brow. I decided to call her Beef for the bickering anger in her as well as the large muscles on her forearms and wide stature. Even though she was one of the boniest girls here, she still seemed to have a lot of muscle on her as well.

complained the seller, once again taking a deep breath. ***

The auctioneer raised the microphone, his voice sharp, controlled, and commanding echoing through the grand hall with a precision that left no room for doubt. “Twenty million dollars, bid by Mr. De Luca. Do I hear any higher bid?… No? Then it is confirmed. Sold! Twenty million dollars, from Mr. De Luca. The transaction is complete, and that is officially secured. Mr. De Luca, the responsibility of this acquisition is now yours.”

Even my aunt didn't know I had it else she would have sold it and used the money to buy clothes for herself or jewellery or heels. I posted about me looking for a job and I started doing my homework waiting for replies. The first reply came and i clicked on it to check it out.

Why didn’t I think of this? “Ading, just 100 pesos all in all,” repeated the saleswoman. “Ah ale, can you list it down first?” I asked in embarrassment. “I'll be right back, I promise. I left the money.” The saleswoman let out a sigh. “All right. What name should I list here?” “Ah just write there Tsong— I mean, Vince. Vince Sanders,” I said. The saleswoman's eyebrow rose. “You mean Sir Vince Victorino?”