The Price Of Everything Book Novels & Stories

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."

My name is Joseph Chapman. I met one of my best friends, Lance Ellis, in college. When the holidays came around, he invited me over to his place. Lance lived with his mom. It was just the two of them in a big house. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed a pair of women's high heels sitting neatly on the shoe rack. Inside one of the heels was a pair of worn stockings. They looked… weirdly tempting. While Lance was not paying attention, I quietly reached out, picked up the stockings, and brought them to my nose. I breathed in.

I touched the books devotedly and looked at Alessandro in complete shock. “Do you know how hard it is to find all these books?” I questioned when I saw the first edition of Wuthering Heights and pointed to it. “That book sold in 2007 for $225000... That's too much.” “It cost me almost $300000,” Alessandro said matter-of-factly. “It was a bit of a hassle to move everything, but it's worth it. All the books are yours to do with what you want. They are your property; the invoices were issued in your name, and I paid the respective taxes they carry.”

But as it vanished, it grabbed the shard of the Shattered Key. "This isn't over!" the voice echoed from the floorboards. "If I cannot own the light... I will make the world Too Expensive to Exist!" The Great Hall went silent. The rift closed. But as we stood there, gasping for air, Philip pointed toward the windows. The sky over the West wasn't blue anymore. It was the color of a Checked Ledger. Every tree, every bird, every cloud began to grow a small, glowing Price Tag. The Owner hadn't left. It had turned the entire physical world into a For-Sale Sign. And the price for a single breath of air was suddenly higher than anyone could afford.

That is our shop you can come there at any time she said. I asked for the price and she told me to look at the back of the book. I immediately turned the book and saw ten dollars written and pasted on the back cover. I had only 5 dollars in my pocket. I knew there was no way my 5 dollars could buy a book of 10 dollars’ worth. I had a thought to bargain if the price could come down.

It also made sense why they named themselves after the book, it was what brought them into the realisation of a potential threat. Mum went further to say that the book had powers beyond what the mind could understand, and she mentioned that with the book one could skip the necessary balance. “What do you mean by the necessary balance?” I inquired, barely holding my excitement as she told it all to me. “The necessary balance, um, how will I explain this?” She clicked her tongue severally. “It is a simple term that means magic had a price, it always had a price.” Squinting my eyebrows, I said, “Always had a price? What is the price, how much? How do we quantify the….”

Hence, when John asked for money to improve Mary’s life, I never said no. For him to gain a respectable standing in the countryside, I managed to find a good job for him through my network. During holidays, I would transfer money to him to buy gifts for Mary. I was hoping to use materialistic goods to make up for my absence. However, I had not expected John to have lied to all sides. He had been using me as an excuse to Mary. He even coveted my money and did not share a single cent with Mary. Of course, John dared to do that because Mary loved him very much.

Rupert froze on the spot, his eyes wide as he suddenly turned to look at the body on the bed. "How's this possible? How could that be, Mrs. Prescott?! This was supposed to be Ivan's mother?! Everything went according to plan. Where did it go wrong?" I suddenly caught the word "plan" from Rupert's mouth and grabbed his arm, suppressing my rage as I demanded, "What plan? Was your plan to prepare lobster rolls, knowing full well 'my mother' was allergic to lobster, and then force her to eat them? And when 'my father' refused to eat, you ordered your guards to beat him senseless and wouldn't stop even after he passed out! Do you realize what you did is murder?!"