Sold The Book Novels & Stories

*Patricia’s POV* I felt the tension that surrounded the entire kitchen of the bakeshop as the news about the new owner spread. Everybody’s wondering why the old owner of the bakeshop sold the rights of all the branches of this bakeshop since business was doing well and in fact, the name of the bakeshop has been a household name already. They say that it was sold to an old man, but since he got sick, his son came to take over and handle the business.

I shook my head under my breath, still smiling as I handed another signed copy over. What’s with the sudden shift? Whatever. It was my luck for once. And with sales like these, I was now absolutely sure I was getting that promotion. In less than thirty minutes, every single book in my booth was gone. Not a single copy left. Not even the expensive hardcovers that had been sitting untouched all morning. The table was completely bare, just empty space where the stacks used to be, a few scattered bookmarks, and the soft scuff marks from bags being pulled across the surface.

“Join us on the ship Friday” Begrudgingly I say. “I will consider it”. “Well, then we’re making progress”. Raphael downs his drink and stand. “Now, if you guys will excuse me, I need to dance with my wife”. I watch him stride from the room, before setting my own glass on the mantel. “I should be off as well”. “He’s not as unaffected as he acts”. Stephan says. “Did you know that I sold him ?” I hadn’t known, but before I can respond Stephan continues. “For a pouch of coins so I could purchase my commission. He never said a word. After we reached the wharves. He just remained stoic and silent. It always haunted me”.

, I asked nervous. Eva nodded no and kept climbing the stairs. She pulled her hand against the railing for support and she walked into the study. She looked aroudn adn walked near teh shelf. The books were all gone. I had picked them all. Eva was still searching for something so I said again, "Eve... the things here has been moved. Did you want a book? This house is sold", I declared.

I winked at him and he smiled. I did have one and it got published two days ago as an e-book. I was so thrilled and so satisfied, as it already made almost a hundred sales; it was unbelievable. “What time is the event again?” Max asked me. “At eight, we have to get ready soon” It was a formal event with my publishing company at some big bookstore downtown. It was about promoting the book, along with other writers from the same publisher. Max helped me zip my dress in the back and whispered into my ears “I'm looking forwards to unzip that, you look so good, babe”

“Your book… it made it feel possible. Not easy. But possible. Like you don’t have to have all the power. You just have to be more annoying.” I laughed. “That’s the unofficial slogan.” On the drive home, exhilarated and exhausted, we dissected the night in the car. “Did you see the guy taking notes during your ‘asymmetrical narrative engagement’ bit?” Chloe asked Arthur from the backseat. “He looked like he was trying to diagram your soul.” “He was a sociology PhD candidate. He asked for my sources,” Arthur said, a hint of smugness in his voice. “I sold three copies of the book,” I said, still amazed. “To actual strangers.”

Tay asks and looks at me. “Oh no” Rachel realizes Tay didn’t know about me being the best-selling author, and I clear my throat. “Um, Rachel is the one who published my book when I was still in school.” I tell him. “You have a published book?” he asks with his eyes wide open. “Yep, and she is the best-selling author ever since her book was published. I’m sure you have heard of a book called ‘Behind closed doors?” Rachel asks Tay and his mouth half opens.

“I’d like to make a better offer. There’s no price on you this time, because you’re not for sale and you never should have been. So I’ve got nothing to bid with. Just me. Whatever’s left of me after all of it. That’s the whole offer.” I looked at the ring in his hand, then at the man holding it, and I thought about a stage and a gavel and a room full of men putting numbers on my life while I stood there with my head bowed, praying just to live through the night. I didn’t pray now. I didn’t bow my head. “Sold,” I said. And I crossed the space between us myself, because for the first time in my life nobody was forcing me to walk toward a man. I crossed it because I wanted to, and that, in the

After a while of watching my mother cry, he spoke up reluctantly, “There may be something you can do to save yourselves… Mr sid said “What --what can we do?.” My father asked, his voice full of hope. “No I--I don’t think you can do it…” Mr Sid said. “We can--- anything he wants we can do it.” My mum assured. “Well…..He wants her”…Mr Sid said, pointing at me, The room fell silent. “W-what--why?” I was the first to react. “Alpha kay knows that you wont be able to pay him so he is graciously offering you another solution…Sell her to him”.

my stepmother Said again. My legs became weak instantly. I was going to be sold??? "If you want us to sell her please tell us whom your master is " it was Sophia's stepmother who spoke . "Are you going to sell her or not?" the man asked coldly. " Whom my master is is none of your business" he added fiercely. I shivered when he added the last statement, even her stepmother and her father flinched to the man's words, this man was no ordinary man, what would be her fate if she were to be sold?