The Price Is Your Everything Novel Novels & Stories

It was a stark contrast to the struggles she had faced before, yet she knew that every dollar came with unspoken expectations. Alexander took a step closer, lowering his voice. “Enjoy your stay, Sophia. But remember… Everything has a price.” With that, he turned and strode out of the room, leaving her standing there, still clutching her phone, her mind reeling. “Everything has a price.” She whispered to herself. Numerous thoughts began to run through her heart. She thought it had been bought. Anytime Alexander sends her an amount, it usually comes with being able to sacrifice something or being traded off in exchange for the money.

Nyra’s POV I sat on the bed and placed Elaine’s book in front of me. For a moment I did nothing else. I just looked at it properly. In the library it had felt old and important. Here, on my bed, in this room, it felt stranger than that. More private. More dangerous. Like it did not want to be mistaken for a random old text preserved for curiosity’s sake. It was thick and heavy, yes, but now that I was alone with it I noticed more. The cover was not ordinary leather at all. Up close, the texture was wrong in a way that raised the hair on my arms. It had a faint pattern under the dark surface, not visible at first glance but there when the light caught it sideways. Not wolf hide. Not cow leath

Tears and mucus were streaming down his face. “Heartless?” I smiled, radiant and bright. “Compared to what you did to me on our wedding day, this is nothing. “Lucian, adults must pay the price for their choices. “Your youth was expensive—this was the price you owed.” With that, I waved my hand. “Drag him away. From now on, this man will not be allowed within half a step of Cross Industries' offices. “Anyone who lets him in will be fired.” “Yes, Miss Cross!”

“Thank you. Jesus, thank you, man. I owe you—” “But,” Cole cut him off, voice like a blade. His eyes flicked to me. I’d been standing in the doorway the whole time, listening, heart pounding. I couldn’t help it. “There is a price.” Dad frowned. “What price?” Cole’s gaze stayed locked on me. Blue eyes stripping me bare even though I was fully dressed. “One night with Ava.” The room went dead silent. Dad’s glass hit the coffee table hard. Whiskey sloshed. “What the fuck did you just say?”

The glass is still warm in my hand. The truth waits between us. And I don’t know yet if it’s going to cost me everything.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

“A price is a price.” Earning a smile from her as she deeply knew how cunning and wanting, he is, she replies with the price of the information he wanted her to spill and pins the traitor role she hides towards the other who blindly did not know. “A day or two, that’s the period that you will have to wait before the book is complete, as he is making the holder tick its gears and fast before the death festival arrives.” With a creeping smile forming on his face, his eyes mark the lustful excitement upon hearing the good news. Now with the breath of new wants and growing greed, the knocking and pending plan are coming to a fruitful stance as he replies.

In fact, I was so panicked that my speech failed me. Julia opened the box, lifted the cover, and took out the glass trophy I usually handled with the utmost care. "It says 'First Prize for Information Science.' What's so special about this cheap trophy? It's in such a fancy box. Let's smash it!" Julia said. I cried out, "No! Don't smash it!" As Julia raised the trophy over her head to smash it, I ignored my pain and scrambled to my feet while shouting, "You can break anything else. Give that trophy back to me, please."

When I inquired about the pricing, I was told to look in the back. The cost of the item was ten dollars. I attempted to bargain for a lower price. I gave a price of $5. She glanced at me and said, "Handsome, you don't have any money, bring the $5." She simultaneously collected the money and the book. She wrapped it and offered it to me, then took out her card and urged me to take it, but I was bored since she talked too much.