Romans & histoires Sold Book

"Wake up Camila. I overheard Father talking to a strange man about you." Camila eyes blink open, "What do you mean." She sat up right facing her little brother that was on his knees. "Yes Camila, I over heard them making some deals concerning you. Father plans on having you auctioned." Dante report had sent cold spikes down her spine, her soul and her heart. She could hardly believe it. Camila knows Father has become more complacent, spending all his money on alcohol, drugs and gambling brothels. But she hadn't guessed father will be so cruel as to selling her to an unknown stranger just so he could pay up his debts. Tears gush out of her eyes.

The dull ache in my finger eased a little more each day. The burning in my throat slowly faded, too, though talking was still hard. My voice was so soft that it barely sounded like my own. On the morning of the fourth day, the bedroom door opened. Uncle Wesley walked in, holding a stack of papers. His expression was calm, but there was a quiet finality in it, like the dust had already settled. "It's all taken care of," he said, setting the documents down in front of me. "They've signed. They'll be sent away tonight."

She wants to get away from her life, she wants freedom, and she had assumed that the auction would be her only option, but it appears to her,it wasn't at all. The emcee screamed, "15 billion going up?" At Colt's bidding price, the people began to whisper, but no one attempted to fight back. Until the emcee made his decision. "The man in number 69 sold Lilith," the emcee said. After that, Lilith led the way back to the platform's back room. Following the auction, all items will be instantly handed over to their respective bidders.

“Hey, it is part of the image.” “I invest my money well,” Seb said. “I bought one hundred copies of Em’s last book, once I get them signed, I will resell them at a profit. That is called making your money work for you.” Emily laughed and shrugged. “Won’t hurt my sales, either.”

27 SUCH A GOOD SHOWER The smoke filled the air, coveting the entire room. Aru didn't show him any discomfort from smelling it, add the fact that it's all over the place, he smiled a bittersweet tinge inside him, and chose to endure, letting Polly finish the story of the past six years, to quench his mind. “Mom then sold the house, but I'm glad it's ViVi's parents who bought it.” he smiled thinking about it, and pet his smoke again.

And I wanted that to be clear to him since he seemed to forget way too often. "Sit. Let's get to work." This interaction with him had drained me and I wanted nothing more than to get out of here. But I had to respect him as my father. I let out a sigh and walked to the chair opposite him. We spent the next hour pouring through the books from the last two months. Apparently, sales had declined this month and we were trying to figure out why. After a few more minutes of revising the books I found out what the problem was. There were two orders that were not inputted, and I knew this because I had personally overseen the sale.

"He had failed to accumulate the money he owed me and instead gave me his 'next prized possession', his daughter. Since he let me down with his failure to repay his debt, I accepted his daughter as a compensation" Silence fell over the entire room at my response. "That's the only best thing I can accept from that kind of a man" I scoffed. It was no surprise for a man like Gerald to sell his own daughter for his selfish reasons. A knock sounded on the door and I instantly knew who it was. "Come in" I said and waited for Flora to enter the study. Her anxiousness was evident through her expressions and body language. And it only kept on getting worse as Emmett and Drax shot their questions her

I could feel him smile from the other end of the phone and I put it to an end. I took in a deep breath as I typed in a message and my fingers kept lingering at the send button. I read the content of my message for the 10th time «Hello, This is Ryan Storm and I accept your condition, I will get married to you.» And with one last sigh, I clicked on the send button and a successful text popped up my screen. I just sold my soul to the devil, Again!

It was the same as what every other sales girl was wearing. There were two to three people in this store. They browsed through the items with a salesgirl beside them, trying to sell their best products. "Welcome, sir," the sales girl said. She seems to be familiar with Rave. "What do you have for me today?" Rave asked as if he didn't have anything in mind. He began walking in with the girl behind him.

In the end, she could only force a faint smile and nod. "G-good." Taking the info card returned by the consultant, Sophia turned and left the booth. Her figure was hasty, tinged with loneliness. On the booth's registration screen, the bright red words "PRE-SALE QUOTA FULL" glared sharply. SoftVoice (Jewelry Brand)'s first-day preorders were completely sold out! The final number on the screen froze, blinking red like a badge of victory. First battle won! A blockbuster opening! The noise gradually subsided, yet the excitement lingered.