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Sold To A Gang Leader [He owns her] . . (Sold out) Shawna's POV I sat cuddled on the floor, the room was a bit dark and there were others teenage girls like me. There was fear written in all our faces. Who couldn't be afraid in this situation? We all have been sold. Sold to a sex house. Men come here and purchase us like items, they buy us and take us to their houseses to warm their beds for them.

He ran his fingers through his small mustache on his face while comfortably leaning back on the black, soft chair, surrounded by women. He looked attractive with his fair olive skin and thick black hair. But then again, a person who goes to the black market to buy people is equivalent to the devil. I've heard many stories about people being sold to different "owners." Some become sex slaves, forced to do dirty work, or even tortured and killed. None of the stories I heard before ever had a happy ending. But I wouldn't let that happen to me as well. "One million dollars! Going once? Going twice?" The host became more excited as he was about to hit the hammer against the flat wood.

Ryan explained. Bruno chuckled softly, "A pointless venture, reach out to Moreno, take care of the situation and get back to me.. how are the other purchases coming along?" He asked. "Smoothly, Vargas is proving stubborn and won't sell for the price we're offering," Ryan replied "Tell him to straighten up before I get involved. It doesn't end well when I do " Bruno said sternly. His baritone voice takes a dark texture. "Yes Boss" Ryan replied noting the end of their conversation and got out of the car.

He leaned back on the sofa and folded his hands. "Uhm...?" Mr. Adolpho shifted from one side to another, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He is a dangerous man himself, but before this man, seated in front of him, he is nothing but an ant that he can step on. A smile formed on his lips, and he blinked his eyes nervously. "I am good with 40/60." Adepe nodded his head and glanced at Alex seated beside him, then at Mr. Adolpho. "That's good. I like it. However, to seal this deal, something has to be offered."

The werewolf soldier replied as he handed it over to him. "And did the person tell you his or her name? Did you see their faces?" Alpha Liam asked with a confused face holding the folded letter and looking at Isabella who was just curious as to what was inside the letter too. Immediately he opened the letter which read "I will find you!" And with a blood stamp below. Isabella was so scared as regards this letter but Alpa Liam hid his so he won't look like a weakling. "Did you fight with someone recently? Is there something you are not telling me Liam?" Isabella asked with a calm and cool voice as she stared from Alpha Liam to the werewolf soldier who brought the letter.

My boss said, addressing all three of us over the counter. Steam climbed off her coffee; her eyes did the same to us. "It's just my own way of making you good sales reps. By week's end, whoever racks the most sales gets a special reward. All you have to do is convince a customer that wanted two books to get four. Let them see reasons why more is better" She sipped her coffee. "We stock a whole flock of business-strategy titles," she added, one brow arched. "I trust you've been reading those and not just chapters on boyfriends. Good luck."

“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.”

He cleared his throat. "Are you going to explain what it is, or keep laughing?" "Right. Sorry." He straightened up. "It's an inherited blood disorder. Affects hemoglobin — the protein in red blood cells that carries oxygen. Basically, her red blood cells don't form the way they're supposed to." I stared at him blankly. "I still don't understand a word of that. And how do you even know this in such detail?" That set him off laughing again. "Ohh — right, my bad. I forgot you have zero clue about human illness. We don't get diseases or disorders like this. Vampires don't carry defective blood — we don't carry disease at all."

She blandly stated. Iblis turned his head and stared up at her. "No, Siya. You don't. As a husband, it was his responsibility to protect you. When he sold you, he committed an unforgivable crime. His life won't be on you. He sacrificed it himself to pay for his crimes." "He sold me because of you. If you didn't force him..." "I never forced him to sell you to me! Yes, I asked him to return my money if he treasured his life. But it was him who placed you on the market. I didn't ask him. He took the initiative and I accepted you, because..."

As he opened the book, the fragrance of aged parchment wafted through the air, creating an olfactory tapestry that intertwined with the silent narratives within. Joseph closed the book, its pages whispering as they settled back into a state of repose. The room, once filled with the enchanting tales of werewolves and mystical histories, now echoed with the sigh of a man burdened by the weight of knowledge. He ran his fingers over the worn cover, feeling the texture beneath his touch.