Novel & Cerita Selling Fantasy

"Come come come! Mystical mask for sale that could hide your features and turn it to any guise the user wants! Your energy signatures will also be altered to avoid exposure! Come come come! This is a limited edition item! A priceless artifact of the ages!" one merchant yelled. "Enchanting Perfume for sale! Could make your lover stay up all night and even until the next nights throughout ONE WHOLE WEEK! Take it while it’s still available!" another peddler shouted. They were all advertising their wares and some were shameless than most. "I want that enchanting perfume, brother!" Uwyn's thoughts were sidelined by one of the seller’s sales talk.

The pressure built low in my spine, balls aching, but I wanted more—wanted them shaking and screaming before I let go. I grabbed Sophie’s hair, yanking her head back. “Tell me how much you love your stepbrother’s cock ruining you.” “Love it—fucking love it—can’t get enough—need you to breed me—fill me up—make me drip with you all night,” she gasped. I switched to Bella, pulling her hair too. “You?” “Want your cum inside me, I want to feel it leaking out for hours—please—give it to me—please..”

I continued, “you already know the place is fine. It’s just stories. Nothing real. If the only problem is people are scared, then that’s something you can fix.” He was quiet and listening. “And,” I added, sitting up a little, “you could use the superstitions to your advantage. Ask the seller to cut the price. Say you’re taking a risk buying it. Your father doesn’t know about the stories, right? He won't know it made the owner cut down the price for you. He'll only see you as a tough negotiator, a good business man.” Andre's eyes widened slightly. I could practically see the gears turning in his head.

When the door closed, the air was thick with perfume and the scent of new leather. Aria hummed a tune, unboxing and photographing her purchases. "What is all this?" I asked, frowning. Aria jumped, her hand flying to her chest. "My God! Why didn't you make a sound?" Laughing, she pushed a shoebox toward me. "New stuff! Look, I finally get to have things like this." The sight of the lavish goods was blinding. "Where did you get the money? Our accounts are practically drained." Still fussing with her treasures, she replied, "The money Adrian wired—a hundred million. Plenty to spend."

"And then?" His smile widened. "We sell them back." The room suddenly felt suffocating. Santos continued speaking like he was discussing stocks. "The rich are predictable." I remained silent. "They don't want scandals." He pointed toward me. "Especially people like us." Still silence. "If their child disappears, they won't run to the media." He laughed softly. "They'll pay." My stomach churned. "They'll pay anything." Santos leaned forward. "Ten million." He raised a finger.

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

Fikri said confidently. Earlier, he had already offered Sean one billion. He believed Sean would eventually accept his conditions. Thinking this way made him even more contemptuous. “Mr. Fikri is really generous,” the beautiful saleswoman named Santi said flatteringly. “In a few days I’ll come back to buy a Ferrari F8. If you don’t believe me, just wait. And if he doesn’t ask me to help pay later, I’ll buy every car in your showroom,” Fikri said arrogantly.

“Yes, if they find you charming, they spend more on you so that you can satisfy them by selling your body to them. Do whatever they want. The reward is handsome, Lily, think about it.” Surprise struck me hard as my mouth fell open. “You want me to venture into onlyfans? To sell my nudes?!”

Her eyes widened in shock, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and annoyance. “That pervert!” she grumbled. Siren looked at the items in front of her, a sly smile curling on her lips. “If I sell all this, how much money could I make?” she mused, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of boosting her bank account. She grabbed her phone and began taking photos of the items, trying to make them look as appealing as possible for listing on an e-commerce platform. Siren carefully arranged the items on a table, adjusting the lighting to capture their best features. Her excitement grew as she envisioned the potential profit. Everything was brand new and high-quality.

"Okay ... okay ... I get it, jeez, you're such a fangirl, you said that about all the actors who stayed at my cottage ... I don't mind the rent money, honey, six months sounds like a dream, I'll even throw in a discount if I have to ... so what do I have to do to secure the contract with His Majesty the Ultimate Fantasy Boyfriend John Brady The Humble Actor a.k.a mythical creature?" "Oh God ... you're so going to love this guy! I'm sending you the requirements to your email as we speak! We're bidding this with four other agents, Sandy, it's not a sure deal but keep your fingers crossed, let's hope fate is on our side!" and she ended it with a scream of excitement that made Sandy pulled away