Selling Love Novels & Stories

Kelly laughed, leaning forward and shifting so that she was sitting Indian fashion directly in front of John, not realizing how this exposed her pussy to his view. "It's just good business sense," John said, uncomfortably aware of his cock getting hard under him again as he stared into his sister's wide-open pussy. "You have something rare to sell and that makes it automatically expensive, therefore leaving the marketing to a very narrow niche of the only people who could afford it: rich people." "So, who would you market me to?" Kelly asked, shocked that she was having this discussion with her brother.

This was the first time in the twenty years of her life that someone actually told her she was special to them. Afraid she didn't clearly get his message, Iblis looked into her dazed eyes and sternly commanded. "Siya, stop thinking about that maggot. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to sell you. It wasn't love that drove him to take that step. It was his guilty conscience and the realization of what he lost."

She shivered. “Court, my love, there is nothing I can do. The deal has been made. He’ll be here in a couple of days to claim her.” Max told her. “I can’t believe you sold her just like that.” She whispered. “It’s what I do. How do you think my family and pack made our fortune?” He snapped. “Even children?” She asked disgusted. Max threw his head back. “They bring in the highest amount, along with virgins.” He said cool and calmly.

However, no one said they cared. - She's an adult, anyway, I can't force her to move in with you - he leaves. I can see the gears in his head spinning, because he knows I have enough money to save his life three times, and there would be more. Elliot sits in his chair, looks at me and shrugs - Damn. Vicenzo would marry her and he wouldn't pay me for it - he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees - Ten million dollars. If I were an ordinary man, I would be horrified. A good man capable of selling his own daughter? Who could be so cruel?

Antonio asked and she shook her head in reply. "No" she replied weakly. "Then what's wrong? Is it a boyfriend issue? I can beat him up for you if he is being a dick. And then find you a better one." Anthonio reassured and Leah almost chuckled at his protectiveness. "My father sold me to your boss to pay off his debt" Leah choked out as fresh tears streamed down her face as she remembered the content of the document had been signed, "I hate him so much, every time I remember what he made my mum and we go through since I was young, I wish I could kill him" she sobbed uncontrollably "And now he sold me to pay his debt so he can marry another woman!"

I was petrified by now. “Sir, she is my most prized possession and now, I’m handing her over to you. You can have her do whatever you may want to. She won’t complain. She won’t disrespect your commands. I’ve raised her well” my father completed. His words left my heart shattered to a million pieces. He was selling me. He did not even hesitate to give me away.

She didn't quite comprehend how she got involved but remained curious. "He lost, didn't he?" she sighed, anticipating her bitter fate. "Like a toddler playing with fire, he got burnt so quick it was pathetic, you just had to be there." he mocked her unfortunate fate. "But my father doesn't have any property. What could he possibly give you that got me involved?" she questioned. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, pressing it into ash and tossing it aside. Horror flashed in her eyes as a simple thought struck her. "And this is the best part of the deal, that's where you come in, sweetheart." Her eyes widened in shock, unable to believe her father had pulled such a foolish stunt, essenti

this time, a fat man shouted, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Why? Why are they shouting such large amounts? Where is all this going? She turned to Don Constantino, and there she saw his mischievous smile. Is he selling me? She was suddenly terrified, as if doused in freezing water that caused chills throughout her body. She couldn't move and seemed paralyzed with fear. With each price shouted, her anxiety increased even more. "Twenty million!" "Twenty-five million!" That place became a market, and she was like merchandise being fought over by men hungry for flesh.

“We’ll see about that.” Before I could form a reply, Victor appeared, slinging an arm around both of our shoulders. He clinked his glass sharply against mine, making me jump. “To partnerships!” he declared, his voice carrying over the din. “And to the undeniable chemistry of Rexona Industries’ finest duo! The brains and the beauty! The cornerstone of our success!” My face burned. “Victor, please—” “Don’t be shy, Teresa!” he boomed, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Love stories sell better than stock shares. Trust me. You two are good for business.”

As I walked toward the front door, I slipped my phone out of my pocket. I opened my conversation with Victor and typed a short message. Find a buyer. I'm selling the house. I hit send without a second thought.