Auction Action Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"The auction is tomorrow, Astrix is coming around with a rare piece of hers, you can purchase it for Cillian. Didn't he develop a sudden obsession with those pieces sometime late last year?" Regina pondered the idea for a few seconds before her eyes lit up. "Auntie, you're a genius!" "Of course I am! And a bonus on top it all, Cillian's going to be attending the auction tomorrow. If he sees the effort you put into purchasing the piece just for him, he'd sure be moved and who knows," Leaning against the table, she added. "He just might propose there and then. Boom! You've killed two birds with one stone!"

This one keeps crawling under her skin. I have plans for it. “We’re opening the bid at fifty thousand dollars,” the auctioneer says. “Do I hear fifty-five?” Some scarf-wearing art critic in the back raises their card. I raise mine, too. “Seventy.” The auctioneer blinks his surprise at the quick escalation. “Seventy thousand from the gentleman in the front. Do I hear seventy-five?” Another patron, a snooty woman in a feather boa, raises her card. “Ninety,” I counter.

The more suckers in the room, the better. Sharon noticed Nate hadn't raised his paddle again. Her voice was calm, almost teasing. "Nate, if you're not bidding anymore… does that mean this bracelet is mine?" The auctioneer jumped right in. "Eight million. Anyone else? "Eight million going once—" His words hadn't even fully landed before Nate's eyes went bloodshot. He jerked his paddle up. "Nine million!" Sharon smiled. She didn't bid again. The auctioneer glanced around, confirmed no further offers, and then gave a wide grin.

"Ms. Remington, Mr. Reed asked me to give this to you. He said that once you see it, you'll forgive him." Confused, I took the tablet and turned it on. A live stream appeared on the screen, and the setting was hauntingly familiar. It was the same auction house where I had been held. Only this time, the person in the iron cage was Caroline. Soon, a bidder raised their paddle and called for her to be brought on stage. Terror filled her eyes as she was strapped to the iron frame. Everything I had endured was being reenacted on her body. Finally, Caroline was dragged away and thrown to a group of filthy vagrants. The room was filled with the sound of her chilling screams.

[TRISTAN’S POV] THE AUCTION HALL. The auction hall feels louder when we return. Music. Glasses clinking. Quiet laughter. Carlton drops into the seat beside me. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s get this over with.” The auctioneer walks onto the stage—Takeshi Dmitri. Slick tuxedo. Confident smile. “Ladies and gentlemen…” The room quiets. Carlton leans back. “I hate rich people.”

"No. We don't have the authority or evidence. Acting now could spook them into relocating the cauldron, making it harder to trace." Then an idea struck her. She looked at Brooklyn. "How do you 'claim' an item in a Meciran auction?" "Huh? What do you mean?" Brooklyn narrowed her eyes. "Are you talking about claiming someone's life? Because that's cruel and inhumane…" Aria remained calm. "For the auction, I mean. It's like a proxy bid. Whatever price the other bidders offer, I'll always raise it by another 10,000 Lirons."

Tonight, they came to hunt. On the stage were a line of objects, big to small statues. A sword said to have belonged to a king. Diamonds so large they looked unreal, each of them waiting for its turn under the hammer with the words, ”Going…gone!” The crowd watched as the auctioneer’s voice rang out, fierce and loud, the price climbing with every nod of a head, every lift of a hand. One by one, treasures disappeared into the possession of men who hardly blinked at the numbers. “Lot Thirty-Two,” the auctioneer called, adjusting his cuffs as two assistants carried out a painting draped in red velvet. “A masterpiece from the lost collection of….”

“Wolf King Duncan, is your mate that afraid of me? Garlic? I invited you here to talk, yet you come armed with distrust and insult.” I took a step forward, shielding April behind me. “Spare me the theatrics. You called this meeting. Get to the point.” His laughter echoed through the dimly lit room as he descended the staircase with a calculated grace. His crimson eyes locked onto mine before shifting to April. “The point, Wolf King, is her.” He motioned to April, his smile widening. “I heard you got her at an auction. I want her."

We got to the bottom of the stairs and I walked away with a sense of satisfaction, knowing I was one step ahead of him. "Aurelia!" He called, I stopped and turned. " Yes?" "We've been invited to an auction at Haleway Gallery on Friday, it's been hosted by the Animal Ambassadors of LA. I hope you aren't busy that day." An auction, how classy, it was going to be filled with snotty old rich people. "Actually, I'm kinda busy that day." I drawled. I didn't have anything planned that day, I just wanted to see how he would react.

Aquiles invited me to participate in an auction and I just accepted out of curiosity, since he did not tell me what the auction was about. When there were only a few minutes before the main attraction that was going to take place in that hall was about to begin, since the Season Hot club had other rooms, I saw my main competitor, Ethan Constantino, approaching the table next to ours. We had been business rivals and had become declared enemies when my fiancée left me to be with him, just a few months ago.  I still hadn't swallowed that story and it was choking in my throat, that was the truth.   So when they announced the beginning of the auction and I saw four beautiful young women enter the