Bargaining Stories

(READ "MY BEEKEEPER" FIRST!) Pugsley Addams always sat beside Eugene Ottinger's bed ever since he got into a coma. He blamed himself for not being able to save him in time. But then... fate decides to give him another chance. ---------- sequel of "My beekeeper"

Confessions of an Auctionista (And the People That Live in My Head) I logged into a live perfume auction looking for one bottle. Just one. That's the lie every Auctionista tells herself. Now I'm competing with the rich aunties for Prada Candy, cheering when somebody steals six bottles for six dollars, side-eyeing suspicious bidders, and wondering why an auctioneer has suddenly become part of my daily routine. The real problem? I don't go to these auctions alone. I bring the entire committee that lives in my head. There's CEO Madam K trying to keep everybody on budget. Sky, the Virgo investigator, already has screenshots, a binder, and a color-coded timeline. Blaze was forged through fire and has absolutely no patience for foolishness. HER is praying for all of us. Nina has a PhD in Pettiness. Penny is quietly taking notes because she already knows this mess belongs in a book. Apple keeps suggesting bad ideas that somehow sound like fun, and Kitty refuses to let us forget that surviving life doesn't mean we stop being fabulous. Every auction turns into a staff meeting. Every bid becomes a debate. Every "I'm only buying one bottle" turns into a full-blown board meeting that nobody follows the agenda for. Filled with laugh-out-loud moments, unforgettable personalities, and the kind of observations that make you say, "Why is this so true?", Confessions of an Auctionista is a love letter to bargain hunters, perfume lovers, and anyone whose inner voices have ever held a meeting without asking permission. Come on in. The rich aunties are already here. The auction is about to start. And trust me... You don't want to miss this meeting.

At a time of misfortune, the prince's desperation carves a path of destruction, betrayal, and chaos. With no one left to trust-not even his sister-he turns to the infamous Theodore Grey, a man whose hunger for power knows no bounds. As darkness tightens its hold, will the prince find redemption in his quest to right his wrongs, or will Grey drag him further into corruption?

WRITTEN IN THE STARS is an ongoing poetry collection that explores love and grief in a delicate intertwined relationship as a young widow tries to process the loss of her best friend and love of her life. Take a journey through a decade of love and adoration, and experience the emotions twisted with grief and disbelief only the written word can express across the pages. {Status: ongoing; first draft} {Started: October 19, 2024} {Completed: TBD} Kaitlyn Miller 2024 © All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or used in any matter whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Any infringement of copyright is punishable by law. This is a work of fiction based on a true event in the author's life. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

It all happened in a flash, one second everyone was standing there, and the next there was an echo of a sword clattering against the ground. One of the cloaked strangers had Scott caged against them, catching him off guard with a sharp blade pressed against his jugular and a panicked gasp at the threat of violence. Martyn's gun was out in an instant, the barrel pointed at the cloaked strangers head. "I suggest you put your weapons down and cooperate or you'll be losing another one of your friends!" The hooded figures voice boomed over the faction isles, but Martyn barely heard it. Red cloaked his vision, his eyes filled with rage where they fixated on the small trickle of blood that started to run down Scott's neck. He struggled against their hold, causing the blade to push deeper into the open wound. When Martyn gets his hands on them they'll wish they never step foot onto this island. ~Mean Sails my beloveds

Letters from Nathan to Lily. { C O M P L E T E D } #177 in Short Story

In a world where love defies the odds and passion knows no bounds, follow the epic saga of two hearts entangled in a riveting romance. From the fiery clashes of anger to the quiet moments of acceptance, this story paints a vivid tapestry of love's most raw and intimate emotions. Join their journey through the five stages of grief, where love blooms in the unlikeliest of places and reveals its true power. A captivating tale of love's enduring strength and the resilience of the human heart, this is a story you won't want to miss.

{Highest rank: #222 in Poetry} "They say beauty is to be noticed, so she hid hers." o..oo..o This is the tale of the girl that tried so hard to be invisible. This is the story of a boy who went everywhere with a spotlight over his head. But most importantly, this is the story of how he noticed the beauty inside and not just outside of the weird and outcasted girl. And soon enough, love touched his scarred and broken heart, as well as her closed and guarded heart too. Until death tore them apart... And he dug a hole for himself, using grief as a shovel. And it was so deep, he wondered if he could find his way out. And, more importantly, if he even wanted to find his way out. o..oo..o

"I love you. Please don't leave me." "Kyle, please stay away from me. You're scaring me." I said, backing into the wall. He smirked and came closer to me. I tried to run but he got a hold of my arm and pushed me on the bed. He got on top of me and pinned me down. "Forgive me for what I'm about to do Leah." His lips met mine before I could even protest. He pulled away. "I know you want me Leah. Stop resisting, please." He trailed kisses down my neck and I let out a soft moan. I could hear him chuckle lightly "You want me, don't you?" He looked into my eyes and smirked. "Don't worry darling, you'll get me. All of me" He whispered into my ear before giving me a hickey.

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The pile-up ecstasy Of the unknown. The beauty of my pain. This is a collection of the poem that illustrates that there is light even in the darkest of place. The is beauty even in pain so live it and live a mark.

I TRIED MY BEST TO MAKE IT GOOD TRUST ME Cover not by me <3 ~ The five stages of grief are: denial anger bargaining depression acceptance

Sure ,everyone would have encountered mistake In one way or the other This poem is written in reference to a big mistake I made years back I wish it didn't happen but ..................... Enjoy as you read *winks* Love you guys

Follow our main character through the stages of grief

Stage one: Denial Stage two: Anger Stage three: Bargaining Step four: Depression Step five: Acceptance

Denial Anger Bargaining Depression Acceptance

te amo y aunque ya no estas te seguiré amando ,si me hubieran dicho que se iba a derrumbar cada pedaso de mi vida de mi mundo con tu partida igual te seguiría amando devuélveme el corazón ,no quiero vivir haci ,devuélveme las promesa y la vida que te di

'Never surrender your heart to a stranger...' Persia had always been known as the country of culture and beauty, the kingdom of great wealth, the sovereignty of knowledge, an empire of scholars. For Afsana the golden country holds no attraction, in a society where she is called to be refined, educated and dominated. Under a roof where she is scorned and shunned for her existence--she dares to dream--of the powerful independent woman she could be. Those dreams are abandoned until...until she encounters a proud, arrogant foreigner who does not abide by any rule. His land holds the freedom of eagles, his alluring words mending her fragmented dreams...perhaps this stranger could give her everything she yearned for, so she thought...but what was it they said about strangers? Never trust them...

Esmeralda always thought of herself as strong. She prided herself on the strength she possessed from living such a difficult life. But when Frollo shows up with a surprise visit and something from her past as blackmail, can Esmeralda be as strong as she believed herself to be ?