The Price Of Everything Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I tried to answer, but my throat had closed up. Then—the bookshelf on the far wall slid open. Slowly. Silently. Revealing a passage cloaked in darkness.

At the end, she added, "Wait for me to finish up. I want to go shopping with you." "Okay. I need to get an Outoman figurine as a gift, too." Even though I couldn't see Benedict's expression, I knew he was smiling. A few days ago, Jeremy had clung to Benedict's arm and asked him for a "big boy" gift since he was turning seven soon. Benedict had nodded and asked him what he wanted, poking Jeremy's forehead as he did so. Jeremy had said, with all the confidence of a seven-year-old, that he wanted an Outoman figurine.

"Celine did the right thing. Didn't she start out so defiant? Now look at her. She has completely given in!" "Exactly. Someone like her deserves to be beaten to death. Who does she think she is, stealing someone else's man?" "And she said she was Shawn's mom? As if!" Celine gazed at me like she was admiring a piece of art she had crafted. Then, she pulled out her phone and began recording a video. She focused the camera on my face, which was now covered in swollen red rashes from my allergic reaction. I had been raised in comfort and luxury—I had never once endured hardship. Yet here I was, beaten to a bloody mess and humiliated on video.

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.

Cute and casual but also sexy as hell, really she has everything. Right now, she sits on the floor unpacking books onto our bookshelf a condition of moving in together was we needed one in our room. So we did, this morning we picked one up from Ikea. She sits in a matching charcoal grey set with her glasses on and her hair in a bun with light makeup honestly she has never looked better. The simple things she makes them look ugh I just love her. “Kingston.” Em says glaring at me. “Hmmhm.” “You’ve been staring at the set in your hands for like 10 minutes, what’s up?” she gestures to the pink set in my hand.

There was nothing worth taking. He’d slept on the floor from the time he was a baby. His clothes were tattered and the cupboards desolate. He’d never received a gift for any reason. There was literally nothing in the house to take. And it was their fault… all of it. His mother could’ve been a better mother, or at least a decent one, if only they hadn’t ruined her. Darius learned the hard way that some people were just greedy, out to get their hands on everything. Well, he made his mother a promise that they’d pay. They’d pay if it was the last thing he did.

"No, I hate you. You're a murderer." "Shona, please." Twisting my lips, I placed the destroyed book on the table side and walked out of the room to find him grinning. He nodded to the side. When I changed my gaze, I screamed, cupping my mouth. "I ordered your book. It's not author signed, but a new one. And I will read and mark the notes you made, I promise. Till then, you go through Game of Thrones books since you've trouble watching the series. And they're hardbacks." "But it was too costly." I had calculated the price of them together and they had calculated to total ten thousand, too over the budget I earned per month ever since I stopped using dad's money. "I can't take it."

It seemed like that the man was a bookworm. Upon it, the book shop owner readily replied, “Yes, I have. You mean you want “Soul of the People” by Fielding Hall? The man said it was. The book shop owner went back to the attic where he kept most of his books. When he came back, he emerged with holding the book in hand and he handed it to the man who asked for the book. The man asked him the price of it. And the book shop owner said it would be eight thousand kyats.

Hayley tried thinking about her phone—and just like that, it appeared back in her hand from the inventory. Her eyes lit up. It was just as she expected! She had read plenty of novels before—this was a so-called system. Hayley quickly accepted the perk and started sucking in everything she could. She soon figured out the pricing rules. The system valued items at their original purchase price, even if they were used or disassembled. She jumped straight into moving, dismantling, and collecting everything.

He turned to Jade who seemed to be reading him and felt scared under her gaze. ‘Wait, why would a measly human evoke this feeling?’ he asked himself as he reached for a check book. “Um, miss Barista, what is the price?” he asked as he placed the book down. Wanting to see how far he would go after disrupting her afternoon, Jade spoke of an astronomical price and Neil was seething. Clearly, it wasn’t all that expensive yet she had hiked the price!