Smirking Merchant Novels & Stories

If Reive was a robber, then he was a very charming one. The shop owner standing behind the counter was gulping for air with his mouth wide open like a fish that a whale had spat out on the shore. I was already expecting he would call security or just tell us to get out of there. Maybe he would also give us a swift kick in the rear end to say goodbye. Suddenly, the man turned pale, smoothed his moustache and... smiled broadly. Although his lips were quivering, the smile remained fixed on his face. “Of c-c-course, sir,” he said courteously, slightly lisping at the end of his words. “Please come into the hall. Lita, my sweet, close the shop, please. We have special guests today!”

He can struggle all he wants, but nothing is getting him out of my trap. The merchant stares at me like I'm the monster in his worst nightmare, and he's not wrong. Max stands behind him, rolling his shoulders, while Landen leans against a nearby trunk, boots half-buried in dead leaves, watching everything with that lazy look that fools people into thinking he's harmless. I squat before the merchant and peel the gag from his mouth. The first thing he does is scream at the top of his lungs until he starts coughing. Pathetic. He thrashes like a cornered animal, a rabbit, but even prey fights harder than this.

" He pauses, giving me a very taunting smile. The same smile when he has something planned for me. "Only if you punish the merchant for buying them at a cheaper cost, knowing who exactly those diamonds were designed for." I looked at his eyes and swallowed hard while he air swiped a command and a monitor appeared in front of me. I clicked on the video and I saw the sly, arrogant merchant standing with a woman holding a sleeping toddler in her arms tightly, clearly scared and shaking inside that grey room. He air-swiped a command and zoomed in on their necks, having the same illuminating bomb barcode.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

I utter in pure disbelief as I look around the market place. “Hello miss, do you see something that you like?” I look up at the man who is behind the displays of some weird looking items; he is smiling at me with these shining eyes of his. “O-Oh sorry, I-I am just looking around.... if you don’t mind.” I said with a smile while my face is burning in embarrassment. “Oh it is okay. You can just look around and look if anything fits your liking.” The kind storekeeper said to me with a smile.

I asked, my eyes reading the faces of the two elders behind the strange man. “Your majesty, I’m a merchant from across the border, towards the northern port. I brought my merchandise to be sold here, but not one person has agreed to give me a listening ear and it pains me because I came all the way, hoping for a good deal.” The man wailed. I leaned into my chair, resting against the back rest. “What merchandise do you carry?” I asked and he looked at the elders like he was seeking their permission to speak.

Beside him stood a merchant, heavy and nervous, his eyes scanning the truck with wary curiosity. **The Truck Driver** (in a gruff voice): —One hundred thousand... a very low price for what he's carrying. **The Merchant** (with a cold smile): —That's more than he's worth. I won't pay more. The merchant turned toward his vehicle and walked confidently, as if the deal had already settled in his mind. But the driver's voice stopped him. —Wait, man... I've got another car, cleaner than this one. The merchant stepped back, mildly intrigued, raising an eyebrow.

he played along. I shook my head absent-mindedly when I turned to see who it was. I knew the merchant. He was famous for his indifference when it came to his trade. People seemed to believe that his off-handed air was an indication that his goods were trustworthy. No one else would have such boastful confidence. But I knew. I’d tried some of his merchandise before. It was a horrible experience. I looked up at the sky and the quickly-rising sun. It was barely dawn and already, the market was already filled with people.

"Are you serious?" "Didn't you know, the best way to cure poison is with poison" The merchant says lifing his head. He's fat and burly, having more skin and creases than should ever be on a grown man and I bite back my laugh at his double chin. His eyes are small and black, sunken into the cubby face he has and I bet, his feet were stubby beneath his ass. Like a t-rex arms. The man glances from me then back to Grayson who stands behind me, preventing anyone else from coming anywhere close. His furry eyebrows mush together in thought as his short stubby fingers that has shunk even further inside the rings, points in my direction.

I don't want to look at his annoying face but the way he smiles is enough to make me vomit. "Really? Big fishes? Care to teach me how?" I saw him flinched when I flashed my smile to him. He grabbed the bags and put it in front of me. "It's not really a fun business you'll just get bored." "Oh, I won't. I might like that kind of business you're saying....... Catching wealthy businessmen." I saw how he clenched his fist but he released it immediately. "Isn't that amazing for someone like me? A perfect fit. "