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The voice on the phone said. She shrugged her shoulders as she bobs her head, “Alright, I’ll try to search for that book later.” Valencia replied, “It's better if you start finding it now than wait later, that book is very limited in stocks, Heck! When I realized that I needed that book I crammed all night to search for it online but they're all sold out, I really regret not buying it earlier.” They groaned. There was a surprised expression evident on her face “Really?”

2 years ago – Friday 28th February Valentina The call came early on Friday morning. Dianne, my publisher, breathless with excitement and enthusiasm had told me that we had done it. My breath caught…A million...the number seemed unreal for a series that had been out for just a year and a half. We had sold a million books and had back orders. Told me to check my email and the confirmation of the bank transfer. "Do you know what that means Valentina? For you, for your future?" she asked.

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.

“AH! Now that I think about it, I remember seeing a similar book to the one Mommy showed us. One of my classmates brought it to school and she was reading it during recess. Almost everyone in my class has already lined up to borrow it from her since they said they couldn’t buy it in stores.” “Can’t buy it in stores?” Ian asked. “Yes. Last time when Keenan and I went to the next town to buy some stuff, it was already sold out too. The person said that it was sold out as soon as they put it on display. No worries, the company is still reproducing more.” Dawn smiled. The others were dumbfounded at how calm she sounded. She just basically said that her book is a best-seller and yet, she appears

I iced it until it was nub to ensure it wouldn't hurt while I walked. When I was done I rummaged through my bag for me phone. I didn't use it much so I always had a hard time finding it. Here I we go. I pulled it out as soon as my fingers and wasted bo time going 9n f******k to check the group I was in. I new fantasy book series is being dropped soon and I don't to miss the sale. The 100 buyers get 10% off and I wouldn't miss this sale for anything.

We waited patiently while he flipped pages. "No, not this one." He put the book back under his desk and took out an identical one. "What’s in there?" Mia asked, standing up on her tiptoes to better peer at the French writing. "It’s a record of every item I’ve ever sold and who I sold it to," he said. "Ah-ha!" He said, pointing. "Here it is." The old man turned the book around so that Arthur could see it. "I will write all this information down for you," the old man said.

“Ask your boyfriend what his people did to us.” “Sorry — I mean your boss,” she corrected herself quickly, the word dripping with false politeness. She straightened, smoothing down her blouse as if composing herself for a fresh angle. “Your sister is here to stay with you. To help ease your burden.” “Ease what burden?” I asked flatly. “Have you forgotten?” My voice rose despite myself. “I’m a slave — a toy — sold off by you. Unless, of course, you’d like your own daughter to be one too.”

And as a person suspected of possessing great wealth from selling his wife, Nick Jackson suddenly became the center of attention. Flushing red from embarrassment and humiliation, he stepped out to appease the crowd when Shamsiya beat him to the punch. "The rumors are not fake. Nick Jackson did sell me off to the Demon Lord. If it wasn't for the Werewolf King, I might still be trapped in the Jabril Palace."

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."

Today, she decided to go back and finish reading the book. However, she couldn't find the book after searching the store twice. She asked the store manager who replied, "Oh, that book? It was sold yesterday." Miranda said in surprise, "What? Wasn't it a part of the owner's private collection and not for sale?" The manager nodded. "It was, but the person who came yesterday was a close friend of the owner. Apparently, they had been through life and death together, so the owner personally told me to sell the book to him. I'm sorry about that."