Novel & Cerita Trading My Last Chance To Live

All I know is I will not tell her to prepare my food, she might poison me. I quickly bath, freshened up, and left the house. I couldn't wait to share the good news with my friends. They gave me till this weekend, if not I've lost but I achieved it quite earlier than the speculated time. I sent them a message on our group chat. 'At our usual spot, 7 p.m bills on whoever comes last and don't forget to come with the bet money.' The first person to reply was Adam, he wasn't happy about it, I knew he wouldn't be but who cares.

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.

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Still, the man tried to stay calm, as if everything was fine. Earlier, I almost got a suitable candidate to be my girlfriend. She is gone, and I have to find another girl. If I find a suitable woman later, I must warn her not to disturb my wife and vice versa. I do not want to lose the property and position that I have always had. Life would be much harder if I did not have a lot of money, and do not let those bad things happen! Massimo resolved in his heart that, without realizing it, he began to squeeze the bag containing the five books he had bought.

The waitress gave alcohol and pleasure to guests. “My 10 million” One person roared “My 20 million” Another yelled. “50 million” Another one. “What's going on,” I asked. “The sex is playing on the screen is live the girl is drugged, and they all are bidding on her if she will live until last before this sex end” He explained. I gasped and asked “Does she die” “Maybe” "Possibly not" I completed his answer. “Does every day someone dies here?” I asked.

Thor explained in a low voice from the side. David nodded to show he understood. The trading among the participants started. Soon, someone hollered, “I would like to buy a stalk of Spirit Grass. I’ll name my price based on the quality. As long as it’s good, money is no problem.” As soon as he said that, someone went up to him to talk about the trade. Then, the two went to a private room to negotiate the price. “I’m selling a Soul Drop!” “I’m looking for…” Voices like this kept sounding in the room.

Maybe today would be a good time to tell him the little secret that I am holding on to. Holden’s house is just on the outskirts of town. There is more country to the town than “city” type of living. His home is exactly what we both had always envisioned living in. This house was an older home that was part of the history of Chance. The founding family had lived in this house. I can’t believe that Holden had bought it and remodeled it. I always loved this house and I had dreamed about raising our children home just like it. Did he buy this house because he knew it was something that I would have liked? Just the very thought that he would have done that just makes my heart fell like it is abou

He smirked devilishly and held the bracelet before pulling it off harshly causing it to break. My eyes widened when I saw it broken. "Now, you want it still huh?" He smirked and throw it through the tall grass, I didn't even saw where it fell. I felt that pang on my chest, it's heavy... And it's hurting too much. My sight started to blur when tears filled my eyes, but I immediately wiped it off, memories of myself with my family back then came flashing to my mind as if it only happened yesterday. But my parents died five years ago already.

It felt strange being able to think that, but after all the hell I've lived through, I didn't really care anymore whether I live or die. This life was not worth living That was what I thought but when his words of poison and threats echoed in my head , all hope abandoned me. I knew there was nothing anyone could do to stop him from killing me. No matter how much I wanted to find some sort of loophole, I wasn't sure how that could be done without ending up dead. And I know I said something different a few seconds ago but I didn't want to die. Claire was always bringing breakfast, lunch, and dinner to my room.

“$26,500.” “$30,000.” “$30,000 — is there anyone who wants to bid higher? Going once, going twice…” This went on for a few more minutes, and I gave up hope. This was it — this was where my life journey ended. I would get sold here, and if my buyer was an organ trafficker, he would probably kill me and sell off my organs. “Five hundred million dollars,” a deep, manly voice grunted from the corner of the room.