Selling Love Novels & Stories

One night. The words came out of my mouth without me knowing if I felt better or worse for it, Leonor would be by my side, at least so I hoped. As the sun began to set, I left towards the house, not knowing how I would tell Leonor that I had sold it to save my business, I stopped by a cellar, bought a wine that she liked, I got home embarrassed, and Leonor perfumed me I was waiting sitting on the sofa, wearing an attractive dress, and dinner on the table: - Hello my love. - She said coming towards me and taking off my jacket. - It's been a while since we took some time for ourselves.

One million dollars. "One million going once, one million going twice, one million for the third and final call... Sold!" The auctioneer's gavel struck, "To the man in the blue-gray suit up front." Hearing the finality in those words, a wave of dread washed over me. The tales of his notorious cruelty towards women echoed in my mind, making every step toward him feel like an eternity. Gazing into his icy blue eyes, I pondered his motives. Why would he bid so extravagantly for me? Throughout the kingdom, it was an accepted truth that I was far from the fairest. Why, then, was I of such value to him?

Mumma gasped, horrified. "Don't act shocked, Mom," I said, and I barely recognized my own voice—it was so cold, so bitter. "That's what it is, isn't it? Selling me for money. Selling me for your precious niece. Trading your daughter for cash. At least be honest about what you're doing." Her eyes filled with tears, but I felt nothing. No sympathy. No love. Nothing. "We're not selling you," she protested weakly. "He's a billionaire. He'll keep you happy. You'll want for nothing—"

“Benedict, after everything you’ve just said, you still won’t admit it? “You’re in love with Sansa. “Even though Grandpa arranged it… even though you see her as vain and clingy… even though you think today’s engagement party was a trap to force you into marrying her… even though you claim she’s the last person you could ever want… “You still love her.” Benedict loosened his fist in silence, looking like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death. He hung his head for a long moment before finally admitting, “Yes, I’m in love with Sansa. Hopelessly, desperately in love. So I’m begging you—let her go.”

"The 43 thousand dollars—where is it?" Her face turned red. "The house and car can't be sold overnight! Help us get through this. Once we sell them, we'll pay you back immediately!" "Then there's nothing to discuss." I turned to leave, but Sophie grabbed my arm. With a thud, she dropped to her knees. Tears streamed down her face. "Preston, I'm begging you to help me for the sake of all the years we've loved each other. Are you really going to watch them die?"

That way, I will be helping everyone while getting paid with money and grateful stares. “Buy your wellness herbs” ★ The Void Club Yes, I'm here as usual with my products but this time, I'm careful not to bump into the devil himself. I don't want any trouble. The club is in full motion and within minutes, I find myself making significant sales and there's only two bottles of aphrodisiacs left. I might as well wait a little to finish selling. “DJ, we wanna party!” The crowd yells in a deafening loud voice.

.Bax said, "Who marries for love nowadays? You'll have money and that should be enough." Marigold said, "But I won't have my freedom and I won't have love. How could you possibly think that a marriage could ever last if the two don't even love each other. That's just a disaster waiting to happen, a complete dumpster fire of a marriage. Beau will never be happy with me, in a marriage if we're not in love. Money can't buy marriage, money can't buy love… I'm sorry Mr.Bax but you can't buy my love and you can't buy my freedom. Those things are priceless and I won't let you or anyone take them from me." Mr.Bax laughed and said, "Are you not the same Marigold Kelp that gave up everything including

Chapter 38 My phone rings I looked at the screen and realized it was Justine. I answered “hello Justine”, Douglas I hope all is well with you right? Oh, all is well my dear. Grate, can you imagine what? No, unless you tell me. Well, ten pieces of the stuff have been sold today. Really, how did you sell it? Do you use some charms or magic to sell? She burst into laughter oh how do I look like a magician? She asked politely.

"We could call this the perfect combination, right?" I scoffed. "Yeah, sure." This was just for show. For people to perceive us the way we want them to perceive us. As perfect couples who were head over heels in love with each other and still independent. "C'mon, the main party is about to start." And when she meant the main party, she was talking about sales. The auction was about to begin. She would sell her most prized humans for a crazy amount of money and have the rest work for her. I was sure she kept the best for herself in secret.

“Who are we selling to?” Ambrose smiled again, almost grandfatherly, which only made my stomach drop a little. “People with expensive tastes,” he replied. “People who want something young and untouched and easy to mold. That kind of merchandise.” My face collapsed in horror. Was he talking about selling human beings?!