Selling Love Novels & Stories

They'll lose out on buying me because I'll—" "One million!' "Yeah, one million, three, one million, two, one million, sold!" Good grief!

The core principle is to offer a curated dating experience that resonates with one individual's deepest preferences and beliefs without any sort of judgement. Harper Taylor, the charismatic salesman with keen eyes for opportunities, allows a playful smile, reclining in his chair, "I must confess, I'm quite impressed. This groundbreaking innovation possesses the potential to transmute our revenue stream into an unstoppable force," he muses, his entrepreneurial spirit aflame. "Just envision the vast horizons of targeted marketing opportunities that would allow us to reach an even wider spectrum of passionate souls seeking love."

"Así es como se maneja un negocio y además necesitamos el dinero de las ventas, así que mantén tu pene en tus pantalones para que no lo toquen. ( That's how a business is ran plus we need the money from the sales, so keep your dick in your pants there not to be touched). " Puede que nos haya dado problemas, pero vale la pena, ¿la has visto? vamos a ganar mucho dinero vendiéndola en la subasta"(She might have given us trouble, but she's worth it have you seen her? well make a lot of money from selling her in the auction) Auction oh my god

He puts a finger underneath my chin and angles my head to look up at him. “Your parents could choose to sell themselves. To be hacked into little pieces and sold on the black market. Kidneys, livers, hearts. Even skin and hair can be sold. But they chose to sell you.” His voice is cold and my eyes fill with tears but I hold them back. “They wo-would never-” “Oh but they did.” He raises a hand and I flinch which has him pausing but then he continues as if not noting my fear. He gently strokes my face, starting with my forehead, down my temple, along my cheekbone, over my lips down to my chin again.

"Life is a series of unexplained events, unplanned laughter, unexpected tears, occasional sorrows and overwhelming joy." -Susan Gale- *** Karina was at loss for words, she was sitting in a stranger’s bed with the revelation that she had just been sold and bought by him. For a second earlier, she really thought there was still a bit of kindness left in this man. Karina thought if she asked him nicely, then maybe he would let her go. She was too naïve for her own good. Then, the least she needed was to know how this man could claim that.

The man beside me yells in disgust, his face twisted in revulsion, as he grabs me roughly and drags me inside, my helpless form stumbling along. "Sir, I've sold myself, but I want to sell myself again... one kidney, a lung, an eye, my bones, my chin..." I plead, clutching the man's neck. "But not my heart... I want to fall in love," I sob, my words dissolving into tears. "What am I saying? Am I selling my body? No, I'm selling myself, but only using my services, not my body. Why don't you buy me completely?" My mind spirals into madness.

“What? What am I missing?” “It’s not my story to tell, but yes there is a market for any gossip that can be spun into a story. People make a living selling information like that. It’s sad, but true.” Brandon’s phone alerted him. “Oh, bossman needs me. I will bring Angie and Anton up at lunch, text if you need anything.” He basically ran from the room.

They both could hear the swoosh of the wind, the way how leaves moved by its force, and the chirping of the bird, which had been lightened by the morning sun. “You’re—” “That’s the truth. Not just because we had sex or I let you have me—that I want you fucking me means to say that I love you, Helios. That’s not how it works. Love is different from want. I want you, but I do not love you. And love can’t be one-sided. Again, marriage is sacred. Thank you so much for saving me, even though I know that I was sold to you rather than to your father. But the thing you’ve done to me will not affect my emotions, my heart towards yours.”

She said. "A sofa? Well, it's possible but we majorly sell things like cars…" "Cars?" "Yes, we do." "I have a car, but it's really faulty." "You can sell it. You only need to repair the little things needed, and our offers here state that you can actually sell it off for $50,000." She said, and Piper's jaw dropped. "It's used." She said immediately. "Exactly, we sell used cars." "How much do you get from it?" Piper heard herself asking because the offer was too good to be true.

Sarah’s Pov Mr. Grim narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through me like a cold blade. "I will pay $1,000,000," he stated flatly, his voice with no hint of emotion. His eyes never left mine, making me feel like a prized possession he was about to claim. "Now, let go of her, she's mine."