The Price Of Time Novels & Stories

How he smiles up at me brimming with affection and faith, like I'm his entire universe. How I count time by the moments I spend with him. My throat tightens. Time. Not cash, not rank—time stands as the most precious thing on earth. A watch. Not just a pricey item, not just an add-on, but something meaningful. I straighten up, my heart racing. "A watch," I whisper, the concept forming so in my mind it almost takes my breath away. Adrian lifts an eyebrow. "A watch?" I nod, my fingers already want my pencil. "Not just any watch—a design that shows time. Time you spend with important people. Time you can't get back or replace." My voice grows louder as the idea forms in my head.

“I didn't really think about that part.” “You surely didn't think about it.” “I thought the gesture was the point.” “The gesture,” I repeat slowly, looking around at what must be at least fifteen separate arrangements, “is overwhelming. They're all going to die, you know that right? I can't keep all of these alive. How much did this even cost you?” He shrugs one shoulder. “A few tens.” I turn to look at him fully. “A few tens?” “It's not a big deal.” “A few tens of thousands is not a big deal to you?”

#ArmyofpatientsforDrBirch This didn't make it to the top of the charts, but the algorithm recommended it to everyone. My finger was shaking with emotion, but I clicked the link anyway. The video started with a dark screen, and then a beam of light shot through the darkness. A moment later, a wrinkled but loving face appeared. The dame started hoarsely, "Dr. Birch, the arguing flew past my head, so I just want to say that you paid for my partner's bypass surgery three years ago when we couldn't afford it.

“But this buys you time. Time to search. Time to sleep without wondering if the next shadow is mine. Time to fuck your pretty girlfriend without checking the windows every five minutes.” My grip on the phone is white-knuckled. “Forty-eight hours?” “Forty-eight hours. After that, the price doubles. Or I stop asking nicely and start taking. Goodbye, son. Give Elara my regards.” The line dies. I sit in the dark office for a long time, staring at nothing. One hundred million is pocket change. I could wire it in minutes and feel no financial sting. But the sting would come later—every day after, knowing I paid for his freedom. Knowing I handed him the power to come back whenever he wanted.

"I gave this to Mr. Goldstein! Just name your price! I'll transfer it to you right now!" Callista raised her phone watch, looking like she was about to transfer me the money. I was so shocked that I couldn't even feel the pain. Looking at Callista in front of me, I felt my limbs go numb. "Callista, what did you say?" So she repeated impatiently, "I asked you to name your price! You're willing to sell anything for money, aren't you? So hurry up and name me your price!" I felt as if my heart were being squeezed tight, so tight that I struggled to catch my next breath.

" Tomorrow morning at 8." "Don't go there without me having a look at what you're wearing. I want you looking like the freakin' CEO instead of - wait, what position are you applying for and what's the name of the company?" " P.A and the company is Cullen and Co Industries." Expecting her to say something, I frown a little bit when all I get is silence. " Lucia?" " Uh I have to go." She quickly says, hanging up before I can even say anything.

His job is screwed. "150$", he offers. "345$", I counter back. As it will take 4-5 hours approx. That even if I turn out to be lucky! "No... It's too expensive", he replies. "Then find another one mate... My offer is fixed", I reply. A faint smirk dancing on the corner of my lips. I know he has no chance but to accept it. As I'm offering the cheapest price with this limited time. People would have costed him thousand with extra time.

The students’ savage whispers jerked me out of my thoughts. “Did she just rip him off?” “That’s twice the value?” “Lithi, are you insane? How could you buy that?” “He must be head over heels in love with her. I heard he bought two copies of her profile.” “That’s 39 BS!” “No, fool—sixty BS. The price of her profile increased from ten BS to thirty BS in a matter of one hour.” “Wow, that’s impressive,” “She must think she deserves it.” “I’m starting to believe she does.”

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."

Alfi asked. “Don’t worry, a year here is a second in the real world,” Arz said. “Do you think it’s the Hyperbolic Time Chamber of Dragon Ball?!” Alfi exclaimed upset. “Nope, even you can set the time currency to 1 second to a year, a decade, or even a century! And, if you purchase a VIP membership, you will get a very limited customizable waifu Gatebox series for only Rp.150.000,00! (around $11)” Arz exclaimed eagerly.