Atticus Auction Pokemon 소설 & 이야기

This time around, my nanny, who went to chase her off again, returned to me with a tablet. “Sir, she asked me to hand this to you. She said you would forgive her once you watched the video.” I took the tablet from her with some skepticism. There was a live broadcast playing on the screen, and the setup of the scene looked oddly familiar. I soon realized it was the same auction house where I had been brought last time. This time, it was Damien who was tied up and locked in an iron cage. Shortly after that, someone placed a bid and called Damien to the stage. His eyes were wide with horror as he was tied to the frame.

"How should I stop them? While Jonea was already standing on the stage. The three of them will surround Jonea, and who knows what will happen–only God knows." Aland tried to push forward onto the stage, but the auctioneers held him back. "This suit of armor will be auctioned starting at ten million Coll. Anyone wants to bid higher?" offered the presenter. Hunter held up his nameplate. "Eleven million Coll," he said. Elmar immediately glanced at Hunter. "I won't let you get my girl!" Elmar raised his nameplate. "Twelve million Coll." Aland, who was sitting in the middle, was getting impatient. "I have to get it first. Fifteen million Coll!" said Aland, holding up his nameplate.

As the words leave his lips, Holly gives him a confused look. “What?” He asks, smirking. “Do you think your tricks will work on me? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m not a human that is easily swayed by the tricks of a succubus.” Eyes widening, I take in his words while Tabitha looks from Holly to me before her expression turns neutral, as if she doesn’t want us to know what she is thinking. Hell, I couldn’t blame her. Not after what was just revealed. “Now, come with me,” Atticus continues, giving her a tug. “You’re going to jail for attempted murder.”

If there was ever a personification of a diamond, it would be only one man I’d met recently—Atticus Lark. "Jealousy isn’t good for pregnant ladies," he added, biting the olive from his drink. "Gives you stress." He unbuttoned his jacket, leaning on the table like he owned the place. Atticus Lark is an attractive man. He’s an eye-opener, but that swaying, huge-ass earring on his right ear steals my attention. It’s too big for his face, too flashy for his fashion, and there’s just too much confidence oozing from him—it blows me away.

He tries again, louder,e more desperate while scanning the room like a trapped animal. “Anyone? Ten million—do I hear ten-one? Ten-five? Anyone?” Chairs creak. Eyes drop. No one even pretends to lift a hand. The rogues who were clawing over each other to bid two minutes ago can’t look in my direction now probably because of my reputation. The auctioneer’s voice cracks a final time. “No… no counterbids.” I smirk triumphantly because these fucking pigs are so predictable. "Sold!" The auctioneer's voice is too loud. "To Mr Black in booth seven for ten million dollars!"

One day, we’ll have to be allies. He sneers at me. I sneer back. “Atticus is not available,” Alpha Jaxon says shortly. “He’s losing his mind, I’m afraid.” “What do you mean?” Mom asks skeptically. “Our healers believe he might have been slowly poisoned, likely with nothing more than wolfsbane, but he’s detoxing, essentially, and having hallucinations.” “Alert me when he’s well again,” Mom grumbles, waving a hand in dismissal. “I expected something like this. Atticus might be male, but he has witch powers. It’s likely Gabriel was poisoning him to keep him subdued.”

“You can imagine my surprise when I came back to find that two of my close friends had smuggled out priceless Morningstar family artifacts and planned to sell them.” Haruto’s laugh filled the heavy, cloying silence. It was frail, like a rusted chain on the verge of breaking. My father, on the other hand, did not laugh. He kept his polite smile in place. A smile that promised death. Haruto brushed his mop of dark hair from his face. “Atticus, allow me to explain. It’s not what it seems—” “Pray tell, what excuse will you feed me now, Haruto? I’ve already delved into your lover’s mind. Killing him will be as easy as cracking open a walnut.”