Novel & Cerita The Price Of Salvation

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."

“She—she needs a liver transplant.” His expression tightened. “A transplant?” “She’s all I have left in this world, Christian,” she choked out, her breath hitching. “And the only thing that can save her is the money for the surgery.” A heavy silence stretched between them. Christian exhaled, stepping closer. “How much do they need?” His voice was steady, his tone laced with concern. Ilda hesitated, then whispered, “Fifty thousand.” His brows furrowed. “Where is she now? Let me speak with her.”

Like my body was already deciding how much pain was too much. Beverly stalked towards me. “Do you feel it?” Beverly asked. “The moment you realise the thing meant to save you has stopped working?” I backed up one step. She followed. “Do you know what I learned from all of you?” Beverly continued. “Power decides truth. Not kindness. Not fate. Not goodness. Power. Nyra has power now, so everyone kneels. Ronan has power, so everyone calls him noble. I found power, and suddenly all of you want to call it corruption.” I growled, “It is corruption.”

“You better shut that poverty stricken mouth before it lands you in trouble!” “I can see that the truth is bitter to digest!” Idris continued, noticing he had hit a sore spot with his aggressor. “You think you have caused me shame? Your death will be shameful and disgraceful! You call me a pauper? You will die even worse than one! Allah will hear my prayer!” The minister let out a loud hiss as he grabbed my hand. “God saved you that I’m just coming from prayers. You would have slept in the cell today for threatening me.”

But Kenneth’s mind was made up. “You have no choice, Cara. If you refuse, I will just leave you to deal with the mess you left on the surface, because that wasn’t free, child. Nothing on earth is free. This is the price you’ll have to pay for your salvation, Cara, and you owe me. Big time.” But she shook her head over and over as the tears continued to fall, because she didn’t want what he was offering. Kenneth wiped the tears off her cheeks, his resolve crumbling slightly at her tears.

I ran to the nightstand like an excited little girl who's crush texted her for the first time and opened my messages. You've used 80% of your data I sighed disappointedly. All of a sudden I received another message, a smile finding itself on my face as I opened it up The Domino's 50% off pizza deal! Spend $30 or more and get 50% off! Just use code SAVEBIG2. I was so naive, why did I think he would text me anyway. I jumped on the bed into a lying position, frustratedly. I frowned when I heard screeching from below. I quickly jumped off and checked to see if Estella was okay. I totally forgot she was there. I looked underneath and found her giggling quietly.

Hayley paused before saying, "Just so we're clear, one evolution serum costs ten crystal cores. That's all I accept." She was here to make money. Of course, she didn't mind helping humanity along in the process. A stronger humanity meant less danger from zombies. Besides, all the bases were researching evolution serums anyway. Hers just happened to be much higher quality. When Samuel heard that, he immediately teared up and looked even more moved. "You're practically a savior to humanity! That price is unbelievably generous." His words surprised Hayley.

Inside lay a single silver bullet, a scrap of burned leather that smelled like dog, and a note beneath it, neat and cold. SAINTS DIE FIRST. QUEENS KNEEL LAST. CHOOSE FASTER.

His voice was a low, dirty whisper. "Don't thank me yet, little freak. I didn't save you out of kindness. I saved you because I own you. Both of you. And my property never leaves my sight." My relief curdled into ice in my stomach. He was a savior, but he was also a jailer. "I don't want to be owned," I whispered, tears falling.