The Price Is Your Everything Novel Novels & Stories

My feet ached, my head throbbed lightly, and my chest felt tight with everything I had swallowed back at the conference. I walked into my room and turned on the lamp beside the bed. The familiar glow spread across the walls, steady and calm, nothing like the harsh lights of Donovan Corp. I slipped off my shoes first, then my dress, letting it fall to the floor. The fabric felt heavier than it should have, as if it carried the stares, the whispers, the lies I had endured. I did not bother folding it. Tonight was not for order.

Opened twenty-third time because fifty-four family prices power small controlled thinking of love. The price showed itself. Gold water nineteen turned clear. Healing feast demanded payment. Zara small chair flickered white-gold near Lily. Lily whispered, "Not battery. Family." Adrian's crown cracked - one thorn blackened. "What does it ask?" Elena whispered, hands near not touching, soul-bond one hundred percent epic love plus possessive devotion. Sophia voice from price black ice: "Price is not take. Price is give. Fifty-four family prices power small controlled thinking of love. Birthmark baby gave giggle. Dagger gave edge. Julian gave bright. You must give star-tear that heals."

“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... "

There were no public charging stations in our neighborhood, and the nearest fast-charging station had a two-hour wait. So I paid out of pocket to install eight charging stations in my own parking area and set up a "Free Neighborhood Charging Station." I established two simple rules: 1. Free charging from 10 p.m. to 7 a.m. First come, first served. 2. I only collected the actual cost of electricity. No service fees, no profit. My neighbors showered me with appreciation, even presenting me with a banner of gratitude. That was until Clark Reeves, a newcomer to the neighborhood, swiped his access card and drove into the parking area. He was a livestreamer known for nitpicking and exposing

Back when I worked part-time as an international student advisor in Averon, I met plenty of mistresses and sugar babies looking to get a fancy degree overseas. Quite a few younger girls also came to Averon, where sex work was legal in certain parts of the country. They weren't interested in ordinary jobs; they wanted wealthy clients willing to pay well just to spend time with them. I was no saint as I also made a decent cut from making those arrangements happen. That was until one day, when a sweet, innocent-looking girl stumbled into my office. "Uhm... Are you Cruz Jackson? Could you help me find a college that isn't too expensive?" she asked, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. Aft

One more opportunity to jack up the price in a market this desperate. I donated most of the furniture to Goodwill. The lumpy futon, the particle-board bookshelves that wobbled if you looked at them wrong, the mismatched kitchen supplies I’ll never need again. None of it was worth the haulage f*e. But the books stayed. I kept every single paperback, their spines cracked and pages yellowed, guarding them like gold bars. My literature degree might be unfinished, but these are mine. My laptop. The clothes I haven’t surrendered to Claudette yet. Photos of Dad. Mom's old watch ticking against my wrist.

Today is my birthday dinner. Vincent booked out the entire top-floor dome restaurant, the most luxurious spot in Manhattan. Under the gaze of all our guests, he lavishly bought a private Caribbean island worth hundreds of millions at an auction, presenting the deed and a tiara studded with hundreds of crushed diamonds right in front of me. The surrounding tycoons, socialites, and mafia higher-ups were all filled with envy. "Mia, you're truly the luckiest woman in New York. The Don would even give his life for you, let alone these material things."

It was the largest vivid purplish-pink diamond in the world, and every eye in the room was locked onto it. Without blinking, I raised my bidding paddle. The hammer dropped at 238 million. Clyde's expression as he swiped the card? Priceless. I acted oblivious, beaming as I pulled him in front of the cameras. "Honey, thank you so much," I said brightly, leaning into him. "I can't believe you got me something this extravagant. You're the best—love you tons!" Applause broke out all around us, and congratulations were offered. "Mr. Sherwood really is famous for spoiling his wife—we've heard the stories, but now we've seen it for ourselves."