The Price Is Your Everything Novel Novels & Stories

When Lionel saw how ruthless she was, he didn't dare bring up the house again. The luxury car worth nearly half a million was destroyed just like that. It might not have been a significant sum for Lionel but it was enough to upset him for a few days. He had met his match in Sandra. At the end of the month, my lawyer told me to fly in for the court hearing. Everything was progressing smoothly, and to my surprise, Lionel’s new girlfriend, Elise Watson, had come along too. Just as Felicia had described, Elise was the “mean girl” archetype.

I was even more puzzled because there didn't seem to be anything unusual today, but why didn't the maid let me through earlier? I got the answer that I was looking for when the scene that greeted me when I turned on the light in the living room was far from the peaceful night I had envisioned. My hands tremble and my heart pounds like a sledgehammer against my chest. I stand rooted to the spot, my eyes wide with disbelief.

His face lit with hope. “But let me make one thing clear…” I leaned in closer, my voice like ice, “ I do not need your money. And I would never sell my happiness for it." The collective gasp from the room was deafening. I glanced at Damien, who looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole. “Myla,” Damien hissed, stepping forward. “What’s gotten into you? You’re acting crazy!” “One more word from you," I said, my voice sharp, “ I’ll squeeze those tiny balls of yours so hard you’ll never have kids. Do you understand me?”

“What the hell?” I laughed. “You want this thing back, huh? But what do I get to show this generosity?” “Do you not have enough money that now you’re putting a price on your rare act of humanity?” “Well, it’s a wicked world out there. Everything comes at a price. Now, tell me. What’s in it for me?” “What do you even want? You already have everything.”

It piqued Lyra's interest, but one look at the price tag–a staggering three hundred grand–stifled her excitement. “Do you like it?” Nile’s voice came from behind her just as she placed the book back to its slot. Startled by his sudden appearance, Lyra turned around. “I didn't know you were here.” “Have you found anything you want?” he asked her. Lyra looked around. Everything in the shop was so expensive that she hadn't even considered getting anything. She wasn't paying, but she wasn't exactly lining up to receive anything from Nile. Before Lyra could say anything, Crystal pushed past her and reached for the book. “Oh my Goddess, I've been looking for this edition since forever! I'll even p

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

“Nadia Stone, why did you stab her?” “Because she wouldn’t give me money.” “Why would she give you money?” “Because I opened the door for her. So she had to give me money.” “Why does your opening the door for her mean that she must give you money?” I lifted my head and looked at him with my wide, innocent eyes. “You said it yourself. Everything in this world has a price. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Nothing can be gained without paying for something in return.

ISLA'S POV The dress costs eight thousand dollars. I know the price because I saw the tag before I cut it off, and my brain instantly did the conversion: six months of rent at my old place, or four months of my father’s heart medication before he died. It is midnight blue silk that catches the light like oil on water. Backless. The same one Gabriel unzipped four days ago, his fingers brushing my spine, before the video file shattered everything. I stare at my reflection in the vanity mirror.

the store attendant says as her eyes crinkle in admiration. “Well only the price of the dress would determine if this is it,” I say trying to downplay how badly I want the dress. “You’re in luck, the dress is on sale for half the price and as your friend has confirmed, it’s right in your budget.” As the words register in my head, I picture myself back in the dressing room, looking at myself in awe, realising I had never looked like that in a dress before. As I go back in to change, I sneak another glance at myself through the mirror and look away so I don’t get carried away.

" She pushed me to the ground, ripping my shirt open in the process and revealing the ruby pendant hanging around my neck. Yvonne's pupils contracted. Her anger intensified. "How did you get this ruby? It's a family heirloom!"