Smirking Merchant Novelas e Histórias

If I didn’t know for sure he was rich before, I certainly knew it now. We stepped out of the merchant’s stall and were immediately swarmed by the neighboring tents’ merchants. Every single one of them called out in sweet voices, trying to coax us like sirens to their wares. Every stall we passed had a salesman trying to pull us into their shop. One physically grabbed my arm to pull me under his tent to look at his jewelry, making me squeak and stumble away. Jack’s face twisted as though he tasted something sour, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the water. The merchants still kept hawking their wares, but at least they couldn’t pluck at our clothing. We walked through the waves, still

ushered Nicola, the shop attendant, to the new patrons. “G'day! We have our boozes– you look very lovely, Madame, I like your bright and pretty eyes– do you mind me taking you out for dinner?” implored the portly one. The shop attendant was bonny with her ebony hair. “Whoa! He's quite a catch– he's got the best smile in the entire roadstead!” exclaimed the scrawny of the two, and guffawed at his fellow's remark.

I had to assume that they were hot from the extremely low price. The merchant himself was a short but muscular man. He had the usual look of the gutter rats. His eyes were focused and wandering at the same time, keeping an eye on his products and paying attention to everyone that passed by. He wore white, a-frame shirt that had been stained yellow at the pits and around the collar.

I wanted to eat fast and leave the dining hall as soon as I could but that would be so inappropriate and disrespectful, especially since there are five wealthy and powerful merchants that Emperor Aster invited as important guests of the palace. While in the middle of the dinner, I caught some of them looking at me with shy smiles. Most of them are probably married already. Four of them are from the western Kingdom while the young one, the handsome man with gorgeous bronze-colored skin and with a deep dimple on his cheek when he smiles, seems the apple of the eye for Sera and Katrina. It is a little improper for them to smile at the young merchant but it seemed Aster didn’t mind so Sera and

Wealthy merchants, minor nobles from the outer territories, perhaps even a few faces he vaguely recognized from court functions. The kind of men who smiled in the palace and did business in the dark. "Gentlemen!" A voice boomed across the chamber—the man called Grayson, presumably. He was tall and well-dressed, his clothes marking him as someone who profited handsomely from his trade. His smile was wide and empty of anything resembling humanity. "Thank you for your patience. I know you're eager to see tonight's *special* offering, but first, we have several quality items to move."

With business, the merchant boss can really talk with a sweet tongue as if his mouth was coated with honey. "No need. Just give this one to me." "Eh? Gentleman? Are you sure? Although this one is also very impressive, I don't know if it suits your type?" "Give it to me." "Okay... Just one second--- Thomas! Thomas!" Hearing no one responding to him, the merchant boss gritted his teeth but didn't forget to still display a smile on the surface. "I'll prepare this one for you then." Since his assistant didn't come out, the merchant boss can only be the one who will prepare the beast to give it to the customer.

Author's POV : "Amit, Amit", Smaran enters his mansion and starts screaming at the top of his lungs, and stops shouting as soon as he sees her descend the stairs with a big smile on his face. "Welcome, Welcome sir, What can I do for you, one of the country's top businessmen?", He asks, stepping towards him and standing in front of him with a wicked smile on his face.

"What?" "We found another witness." Draven stood immediately. "Bring him." Minutes later, a frightened merchant entered and his hands trembled badly and then Draven studied him carefully. "Talk." The merchant swallowed. "I only carried messages." "What messages?" "Payments." Draven's eyes narrowed. "To whom?" The merchant hesitated. That was a mistake. The room suddenly felt dangerous and Draven took one step forward and the merchant nearly collapsed. "Answer." "I don't know the name."

I could hear their whispers from where I was standing, it creating chilling nerves that took over my body. " Excuse me “A man stood out in front of me. His smile seemed cruel. His forest green eyes the colour of envy, he had a wicked sort of face. Handsome sure, but you could tell just from his eyes that he was trouble. "Welcome to Merchant Enterprises, can I help you?” Merchant Enterprises... sounded so familiar. But all I could only focus on was the whispers around me quieten. Everybody was watching our exchange, I would almost hear the tension hanging in the air.

The man said. “Won’t you come inside and have tea with us?” The baby voice asked seductively. “No thanks,” the merchant said with a sigh, “I got a letter that my wife put to bed last night, I must be by her side before the sun sets.” “I see, okay, here is your money.” The coins jingled again. “Please come a little bit closer into the shadow, for I am sick and can’t come out of the sun.” Silence passed again.