The Price Of Time Novelas e Histórias

Time to claim this too. '

After his regular job, Elias would sneak off to a construction site to work just to save up enough money to buy me a gift. When he came home, he would hide his blistered hands and force himself to stand straight despite his aching back, hoping I wouldn't notice. On my birthday, he surprised me with a gold bracelet he'd worked so hard to save for. That was when I realized the price he had paid—he ended up with chronic back pain because of it. At the time, I was so moved I thought I could trust my life to a man like him. I never thought love could change so suddenly. He was no longer the man who'd do anything just to make me happy.

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.

“You heard that, this is the highly-paid doctor of this area. His diagnosis is reliable. “What other tricks are you going to pull?”