The Price Of Time Novels & Stories

I groaned loudly " what do you want !" I asked in annoyance "We want you to get up and prepare. We have somewhere to be at the moment " they said wiggling their brows at me " we can always get a car in the afternoon why this early?" I asked " because it's cheaper in the morning " Martha chirped in I furrower my brows confused "How is that possible? Is the car price not constant ?" " yes, it is. What they do is, the first buyer for the day gets a huge discount "

The customer buys one t-shirt but gets a new t-shirt every fourth day of the week, when the shirt goes for a wash. ‘Have you offered these t-shirts to any other buyer too?’ the buyer asked ‘You are the first,’ I asserted. ‘What do you call this new technology?’ ‘Deplete.’ I said, inventing the word at the spur of the moment. ‘The price is six hundred rupees for one. If I give you twenty-five hundred pieces, the price would be Rs. 1, 50,000.’ ‘We can give you five hundred rupees for one. That would cost Rs. 1.25,000 for the whole lot.’

Clearly, the Carter family had spared no expense over these past few months. "Ms. Shaw," she began timidly, much like a startled deer. "I know I was wrong, and I'll accept whatever punishment you give me. Just please don't be angry with Mr. Carter anymore. "You're the only one in his heart. While you weren't home, he had the housekeeper clean your fragrance studio every day, afraid it would gather dust." "Brooke." I cut her off, my voice cold as ice. "You don't need to put on an act for me. The money Alex gave you initially was enough to buy a luxury home in any major city and live lavishly for life.

He took a step closer, his glare cutting through her. In the past life, Vanessa had profited handsomely by selling project papers to shady buyers, funding her endless cosmetic enhancements. But this time? Every cent she swallowed would be regurgitated tenfold. And prison awaited her.

"Name your price. As long as you can cremate him within half an hour, everything is negotiable." When gentle persuasion didn’t work, money always spoke louder.

Sure enough, the group fell into stunned silence. I had sent them the IP address logs I'd spent a good fortune buying in my previous life to the group, along with the chat history between Carrie and a shady academy's admissions office out there. "I'll sabotage their applications." "20 grand per person. 50 grand for high scorers. They'll never get into the academies they want. You'll be their last and only choice." The proof was full and clear.

Only the CEO of a small company failed to read the room and bid 100 thousand for the bracelet. What shocked me even more was that the man immediately slipped the bracelet onto his own wrist. I froze in place, for that man was Sylvan Galloway. He was my childhood neighbor and best friend. He'd moved away in middle school, and we completely lost contact after that. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined our reunion would happen after death. Not long after, the banquet came to an end. Elias kept glancing toward Sylvan. By the time they reached the parking lot, Elias finally couldn't hold back anymore and stepped in front of him. "You spent 100 thousand on a broken bracelet. Was it really wor

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "

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 type a text to the driver, even though I’m sitting right behind him. I'll give you a $50 tip if you get me there by 4:55. He reads it at a red light, nods, and cuts across two lanes of traffic, running the next yellow. Fifty dollars. That’s groceries for a week. That’s laundry for a month. But right now, it’s the price of a miracle. We screech to the curb at 4:52 PM. The pawn shop. The metal gates are pulled down. The "CLOSED" sign hangs crooked in the window.