Auction Action Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Axel picks up his number, raising it casually over his shoulder, making everyone gasp. I look at him in shock, my mouth wide open. “Ax… what are you-” “Relax, Nate. I’ll make a deal with you and Mia. I’ll give it back to her. I’m not intending to keep it.” he says, making me look at Nate worriedly. “Fifteen million!” the announcer says with wide eyes. “Folks, we have surpassed last year’s auction, thanks to Mr. Axel Vasquez, and we still have four more items!” he says, hitting his gavel and announcing Axel as the winner.

White card, a number in black, a handle exactly the length it needed to be for raising. Jaxon leaned in, just slightly. Close enough that I could hear him under the room. "Bid on what you want," he said. I turned to look at him. "I don't have, " "I didn't say pay. I said bid." I faced forward. The first few items moved quickly, a case of wine so old the auctioneer read the year like a birth announcement, a sculpture in dark stone that two men near the front wanted badly enough to make it interesting. I watched the paddles, the rhythm of it, the economy of gesture, the small raises, the pauses, the moment a bidder decided they were done and set their paddle down.

“As per your description, I've narrowed down one auction house that's showing a painting of a little girl. It's an invite only auction held by the Bryce family. Three days from now.” The information made Mirena hit her breaks hard, tires squealing and brows furrowed deeply. “What do you mean an invite only auction?”

"Hughes is fine. He’s already at the bar, probably betting the first installment of your sale price on a horse race. Move." He shoved her. Brittany stumbled out onto the stage, the sudden glare of the spotlights blinding her. The room was a sea of black tuxedos and sparkling diamonds. The scent of expensive cigars and aged scotch hung heavy in the air, cloying and suffocating. She felt like a deer in the crosshairs. "Lot 402," the auctioneer droned, his voice amplified by the speakers. "A rare find. Old money pedigree, pristine record. We’ll start the bidding at five hundred thousand."

"If you ever speak her name again, I will personally see to it that your father’s firm loses every contract they have with the Garrison group. Do you understand me?" "You wouldn't," she breathed. "Try me," Arthur said. He turned back to the stage and raised his paddle. "Fifty thousand," he called out, bidding on a modern sculpture he hadn't even looked at. The auctioneer beamed. "Fifty thousand to Mr. Garrison! Do I hear sixty?" Arthur didn't wait for the final gavel. He turned and walked toward the exit, ignoring the confused looks from Marcus and his mother, who was standing across the room. He felt a sudden, suffocating need for air.

"Um, alright then." Seeing that neither Ruth nor Quinton wanted to leave, Leon had no choice but to sit back down. After God knows how long, the auction finally came to an end, and there was only one item left, which was the most attractive item of the day—the Mirror of Aegis. At this moment, Leon became so bored that he almost nodded off, but in contrast, Quinton, Tim, and the rest of the philanthropists immediately perked up at this, especially when they saw Jared gesturing for the hostess to bring the Mirror of Aegis onstage.

Forcing a fake smile, she looked look at him once more, and he gave her a slight nod. “Well?” “We have an auction to attend” “Yours or someone else?” “Lucas's” “Why do you want me to go?” “Why do people go to auctions? “Auctions are only for rich people” “Says who?" “ I don't need to be told. It's a normal thing” “Or you just speculated?” He asked and Amelia shrugged a reply. "When are we going?"

Xyla Quest was a little surprised by Xavier York’s sudden call today. “Hello, Xyla. You seem to be very interested in antiques… There’s a small-scale antique auction near my place tomorrow. Would you like to come? This kind of auction is different from the high-class ones you went to… There’s a mix of authentic and fake antiques… “However, the feeling of finding gold among sand is exciting. If we can find a treasure, it’ll feel awesome…” Xavier said slowly.

she murmured, adjusting his tie with the familiarity of a woman who had stood beside him through every war, every victory, every close call. Alex smirked, leaning in just slightly. "Do I have a choice?" She laughed softly, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw before stepping back. "Not a damn one." Inside, the air buzzed with murmurs of wealth, speculation, and power plays disguised as polite conversation. The auction had been carefully curated—rare art, vintage wines, and high-end jewelry. But the real sale was happening behind closed doors, where a select few had access to the unspoken transactions.

Alexander said laughing. “Shut up!” I scolded him irritably. “Is there anyone else competing for two million?” the Auctioneer asked. I just focused my gaze on that again. “Congratulations, Sir Mercedez, on acquiring this remarkable old painting. Thank you to all our bidders for your participation tonight,” the Auctioneer said when he realized that no one had raised a paddle. Alexander stood up and bowed as the other bidders applauded. “You won’t win against me, Miguel,” he boasted.