Atticus Auction Pokemon Novels & Stories

“Fine. Have a fun workout.” “Thanks, mom!” I wave at her before running out of the door. Since I got held up talking to my mother, I am running a bit late to our appointed meeting time that I had to jog a bit to the park. When I got there, Atticus is already sitting on one of the park benches while looking intently at his phone. He is wearing a blue-fit shirt that highlighted his arm muscles and his usual black jogging pants. His blonde is starting to get long and curling over his eyes, is pushed back by a headband, which shows his silver-blue eyes.

Everyone was wearing a mask, including the auctioneer himself. The auctioneer came behind me, placing both hands on my shoulders. “Fetch us a good price, boy,” he whispered into my ear, his rotten breath hitting my nose. There was an urge to throw up in the pit of my stomach, but I held it in. “We have a fine specimen here for you, ladies and gentlemen. This one here has properly been trained and set, and as you can see…” he made me spin around slowly for the audience to see, “…there is no external damage. It is also mute, which means you don’t have to be troubled about your new pet causing any noise pollution when you play with it.”

And now, the fun part was when Prince Atticus entered the picture and made himself a subject in the auction, where Princess Consort Novalie did not hesitate to purchase her. It was revealed that Prince Atticus did that to get back to her, which I found weird as to why he had to pursue an act so low like that. "Isn't it interesting?" I turned at him, wondering what he was trying to mean. "Indeed..." I just agreed, not wanting to prolong our conversation. I even smiled wryly that this conversation was becoming awkward for me. "I need to go," I bid as I stood up. "My brother's actions might be absurd, but I found him brave enough to do that."

It wasn’t all that surprising a beastman, even a very young one, would have greater natural affinity with beast magic than me. It was still annoying, though. “You’re not supposed to play with them, you’re supposed to eat them.” Attica thrust his whole head into the water and came up with a large red and green trout-looking fish in his jaws. He sat up on his knees with the fish held up like an offering for his master. A completely inappropriate thought since he wasn’t a dog, he was a person.

another woman replied and chuckled. 'That's not true!' 'There is no way that I would do that...' My chest clenched at what they said. I felt my personality was so filthy. When the news ended, the next man to show up on the screen was a man holding a construction helmet. The man who helped me with the auction! AGAIN! They also showed his name. Tyron Davis. After that video, the screen died—the name of the building where the TV screen had been before flashed. "T. D Multinational Group."

My ex-boyfriend, Mateo, had been on the phone, talking about auctioning something. I didn't think much of it at the time. But now, it all made sense to me. He had set this up. He had sent thugs to drug me and brought me here. He was going to sell me to the highest bidder. I felt a wave of despair wash over me. “Going!” “Once, twice,” the auctioneer called out. “Sold for $750,000.” “Not yet, let's rewind a bit.”

I was with Philip, punishing him for his deeds, when I got a call informing me about the auction and it was not an ordinary auction of a commodity but of a girl who was going against the whole Mafia Gang. I couldn't stop myself from attending the auction when I got to know that it was none other than my own Angel. The mere thought of another man looking at her, let alone touching her, was unbearable. I told Philip about the auction and also informed him that I was going to buy his sister and do the same as he did to mine. This revelation drove him to madness, and I saw it as the ultimate form of revenge. The bidding price was telling how many men wanted her and every time someone bid a price

At least it wasn't live snakes this time. He turns away, his hand on his chin as he stares out the window. Below us, the photographer is preparing the scene. All of the others are waiting, including Lazarus. The only one missing is Atticus. "Thank you for trying to cheer me up, Atticus but I think you should probably hurry. I'll..." "I have an idea," he smiles as if he just thought of something clever. "Wait right here." Atticus leaves the room in a hurry. A few seconds later I hear the clang of metal hangers falling and the slam of drawers opening and closing along with a few cries of triumph.

It’s almost dark, and it’s gotten considerably colder too. I’m about to step out when my phone rings. I look down at it. Atticus? My heart leaps with a little glimmer of hope as I answer it. “Any leads?” I ask. “Fuck yes, he- are you alone?” he asks. I look around. “Yeah,” “He came through Red. As much as I fucking hate to admit it, he fucking did.” His voice is low, but I can hear the barely masked excitement in his voice. “It’s a damn clever blueprint of the pack, one that pinpoints dozens of secret cameras installed around that pack.”

They occupy rows of pews and there is a small platform with a bench I’m assuming is where I will stand in front of the guests once I take the oath as future Luna of the Greenway Pack. My heart makes a somersaults when I spot Atticus, he looks so manly and handsome in a black tux. When our eyes lock I notice there is sadness in his eyes but before I can react he's demeanor changes and I smile stretched on his lips. It’s rare to see him smile from ear to ear like this, dimples form when he puts on a happy face. I don’t dare to tease him in case he doesn’t want to show me this tender side of him again.