Atticus Auction Pokemon 소설 & 이야기

Atticus turns towards us with a grim expression and stares intently into Logan's eyes. "I will be speaking with the W.O.L.F agents about changes that I want, and after that, I am done. I want you to end me. Karina will remain in your care and yours alone. I trust you. Adeline will remain at my side until I am gone, and then she can decide where she wants to be," Atticus announces while using his command power, and I gasp loudly. I thought we would have a future together. He was so sweet when we spoke in the clinic. He told me how he wanted me as a mate before he even knew I was his.

I grinned, more proud of myself. "Uh, am i interrupting some girl talks here?" All of a sudden, a familiar glacial voice intervened, our grins immediately faded as our heads turned around. Only to see Atticus Fauler in his deep v-neck sleeves, belted slacks with a mini aesthetic bouquet of flowers in his hand. As if an unbothered king from a far away kingdom, he closed the meters that were keeping us from getting close. Syd stifled a gasp when Atticus handed the bouquet to me.

I looked around and everything was quite dark, and you couldn't see the people there. Despite this, I noticed that there were tables scattered all over the place, except for the stage where we were standing. The stage, unlike the rest of what seemed to be a hall, was completely lit up, highlighting us, but still the lights were diffuse. "We have four girls here willing to offer something of value in exchange for the right amount." Pamela spoke into a microphone. "So, who will give the most? " she asked, flashing a beaming smile.” She then called one of the girls and introduced her as "Spring", Mari was introduced as "Winter", the other as "Autumn" and I was "Summer". She opened the auction w

I nod and Hunter looks back at me with an earnest expression. “Since I’m basically like the stable hand, I can help you—” “No,” Atticus interjects. “I can help my own sister mount up; I happen to be a horse rider myself. You can go take your unwanted offers elsewhere and go clean up horse crap or whatever.” Before I even have time to be embarrassed, I feel five fingers latch onto my bicep and Atticus drags me towards the stables. He snaps his fingers to the ground, beckoning for Joshua to follow, and he does.

I told him. Atticus growled in my head. He doesn't like the idea that someone will hurt our mate. "I will reject her," I said. "You can't do that," Atticus objects. I don't want a weak mate, Pepper is there she can be my chosen Luna," I replied. "Try to reject my Luna and you will not like the consequences," Atticus warned before she retreats to the back of my head. "Atticus!" I shouted, but he didn't respond.

I ordered strictly. Perez nodded, "You got it, boss. Should I get him a doctor?" he asked, and when I didn't respond he added, "He has lost a lot of blood. He might not make it if we wait." I sighed, "Alright," I considered. I don't want him dead —yet. "Call a doctor," I said, and left. At exactly thirty minutes, we were at the auction house. "We have arrived, Sir," the driver, Mark announced, killing the engine as we got to the large grey building with the wired fence.

Beside her, the Emcee crept closer, reaching out to touch her shoulder with a tentative moment. "You're...you're not selling?" She asked, wanting to clarify if what she had just heard was indeed what Astrix had said. Nodding, Bellatrix looked over her shoulder, flashing the confused Emcee a gentle smile. "That's right. I'm not going to be selling this piece. And since it seems only the gentlemen over there are capable of purchasing it, this piece is no longer going to be part of the auction, please withdraw it." The whispers in the room doubled.

Slowly, the loud alarm noise cools off. Then one of the rough-looking guys stepped onto the stage. "I'm Darko. Welcome to tonight's auction showcases. Tonight isn't just jewelry, it's access, codes and people’s secrets we're trading for currency," he announces. The room erupts with cheers. After which , Darko opens the auction with a Victorian bracelet. People bid and the highest bidder takes it. The cycle repeats. I yawn. This is getting boring.

Given Harold's lordly air, I could not imagine any other scenario, and Ella sounded so urgent that it had to be a hefty sum. The glasses guy looked me over and popped the question, "Sir, are you selling this car? 30 grand, firm." He gestured to the side. I glanced over and was stunned. My voice cracked with disbelief. "That's my new car, what's it doing here? "No, I'm not selling." I started to say. However, Harold lost it, lashing out with a kick, "This isn't your place to talk, beat it." He spun around, grabbed the glasses guy by the shirt, and bellowed, "You said bring the owner and we'd swap the car for cash, right?

“Then don’t expect me to forgive you just because you’re bleeding.” “I don’t,” he said. “I expect you to make me suffer for it.” My heart skipped. That was exactly why I had signed. I stepped back. “Good. Because I’m not done yet.” He smiled—not with amusement, but with something closer to approval. “There you are.” The door opened. Atticus walked in with his tablet. He looked at Xavier’s open shirt, then at me, then back to the screen. “A specialist is coming from Luminara,” Atticus announced.