Smirking Merchant Novels & Stories

However, there was always a catch when dealing with the Shady Merchant. “What do you get out of this?” he asked cautiously. Smiling mysteriously with a little jig in his step, the mysterious merchant launched into the most dramatic speech about how he was merely doing his part to help the farmers and their livelihood. “What more could I ask for than peace for these noble farmers?” the Shady merchant concluded and batted his lashes with a plastic smile.

I blinked in astonishment, "All of them? But there are quite a few left!" Merchant Shi waved his hand dismissively. "No worries, my dear. I appreciate your talent and want to savor every morsel at my leisure. Consider it a reward for bringing such joy to my taste buds!" "But... what about the payment? We don't have enough change for such a large amount." Of course, we have, I just goanna test if he would not ask for the change! HAHA Merchant Shi chuckled heartily, pulling out a small sack filled with silver coins. "My dear, consider this a token of my appreciation. Take it as a reward for your culinary brilliance!"

The princess smiled at the merchant and stepped closer. But she did not have time to accept the bowl painted with white patterns from the hands of the man, one of the guards intercepted it. "I'm sorry ma'am, I have to try," he explained with a surprised look. Deamara gave him a knowing nod, lowering her hand, but her smile faded. All the fears and apprehensions that had tormented her all winter were vividly remembered. And I didn’t want a tasty drink at all. The merchant's face did not change, although his smile became somewhat forced.

Said The Black Merchant to Yao Ming as he reaches his hand to pat Yao Ming's shoulder. “Do you feel me?” The Black Merchant said in a tone like asking for someone to understand his dilemma, but to Yao Ming, it’s like an ironclad decree that needs to obey without any question. “Ye… Yes! Sir Black Merchant! I clearly understand.” Once Yao Ming said that the Black Merchant put on a business smile. “That’s good then. So Please feel free to come back to our shop and enjoy our quality goods. Goodbye Ancestor Yao” The Black Merchant said happily as he waved his hand in farewell and vanished without a trace.

Adrianna responded, “The dead people won’t even know about their coffins made by this merchant.” “To rest the soul of dead people in peace,” Mrtyu replied from the corner. Everyone looked at her and she replied, “What? Isn’t it obvious?” Host Hook clapped his hand to grab the attention of the students. “So, this merchant trade coffins widely and people gave him the title as Merchant of Demise.” Another student asked, “What is the face mask for?” Host Hook blinked and managed with his smile, “People don’t ever get any chance to see his real face, the local people said so. So, no one knows how he looks like.”

Fake the submission until the trap is sprung, I reminded myself. "Excuse me, young master... are you traveling this sector alone? May my wolf share this bench with your shadow?" A young beta merchant had approached my row, his throat bobbing nervously as his eyes scanned my bare face with an undeniable attraction. I opened my eyes, my expression instantly turning to stone. "The space is occupied. My family will return before the watch changes." The young merchant didn't wait for a second warning; he bowed his head and backed away with a wistful sigh, realizing his line lacked the strength to ever handle a wolf of my caliber.

"You might hurt someone." His heart jumping in fright, the fat merchant looked up, and up, and up, seeing an iron chest, a bulls neck, a black beard with many sharp white teeth and a black one grinning deviously in between, before finally landing on the one black eye staring down at him from double his own size. The merchant's face paled. Stumbling over his own two feet in retreat, he fell, but continued to flee like a spider on all fours. A wet spot began to show on his pants.

"Greetings, merchant! I require provisions for an evening gathering. What fine meats and elixirs do you recommend?" The merchant stopped wiping the stainless steel counter with his rag. He stared at me for long seconds. A heavy silence stretched between us. Had I used the wrong dialect? Had he recognized that I was an imposter from another realm? Was he reaching beneath the counter for a sword? Instead, the merchant blew out a long sigh and shook his head with fond, weary exasperation. "Look, Sigrun," he said, tapping a greasy spatula against the metal ledge. "I told you on Thursday, I'm not doing the whole Shakespeare-actor voice thing today. I got a delivery coming in ten minutes. You want

Luke asked while shaking his head. “You seem to be nagging me more than Grace these days, be careful, Luke.” We got to the office and the merchant was already waiting for me. Why are so many merchants on time? Or am I just late all the time? He’s a dwarf, how cheerful. Big eyes, wearing expensive materials and jewelry. He immediately rushed to me as I came down the horse’s back. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Alpha Damon. I’ve been trying to have an audience with you for the longest time,” he said as he shook my hand, grinning from ear to ear.

Beyond its borders were all sunny and clear of any speck of rain. “This storm is a freak one, I tell you, lassie,” said a merchant with a pipe. He was blowing smoke as if his life depended on it. His voice was raspy and deep as he addressed the woman on his lap. Seymor reckoned that the woman was from one of the many brothels in the central town. A stout bald merchant snorted. “Aye, ‘tis a freak one. I can wager my entire fortune that it is a witch who is responsible for this one! Such a bother, I may add.”