Auction Action Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He walks back and forth across the stage, showing the painting. “The first item we have is a rare piece of artwork…” It’s difficult to keep up as the auction gets going. Al speaks so fast that I can hardly understand him. All around, people raise and lower their bidding cards to bid on items, and before I know it, nearly all of the items on the stage have been removed to go to their new owners. All except one item: my brooch.

he asked, his voice flat. "Is that a serious question?" "Yes, Miss Isabella." "To the washroom. Do you want to come?" I asked, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's on the ground floor. We can't return to your room and time is running out, Miss Isabella. The auction starts in ten minutes." I walked toward the elevator. "Fine." The elevator doors opened onto the ground floor. This was it. My chance.

He pulled his head up to me and responded sweetly, "I'm waiting for you. You have the paddle." "But haven't you liked anything yet?" I questioned. He shakes his head calmly, "Nothing to my liking so far. I'm quite too busy with Bethany right now. But if you want anything, you can bid, under my name." I smile at him. "I'm not much of an art fan." I say softly. Hugo smiles before turning back his attention to his daughter while I travelled my eyes back on stage. "£750, sold to Mr. & Mrs. Potter!" The auctioneer exclaims.

he finished, and Spade just nodded, before he placed his head back on Nate's torso again Nate held his breath, praying to whoever was listening so Spade wouldn't answer, he wished Spade would just give him one of those vague answers he always gave, at least that way he could tell his father that Spade didn't say anything, which wouldn't be a complete lie, and the man wouldn't have any reason to kill his sister. Instead Spade opened his mouth and spoke "well, the auction is basically how it sounds, it's an event where items are sold, rare items, weapons and people" he finished, making Nate's eyes to widen as he gasped out loudly

I turned toward Aaron. This time, he looked back. Our eyes met. Just for a split second, I caught the anger flashing in his gaze before he lifted his paddle again. “One point five.” The room fell almost silent, then applause erupted. The auctioneer grinned broadly, clearly enjoying the showdown. Ian chuckled under his breath. “You're the reason he's still holding out.” “Stop this, Ian.” The auctioneer called out again. “One point five million. Do I hear one point six?”

she murmured, more to herself. "What is it?" Rayden asked, slightly annoyed by the interruption. "Nothing much, just a strange report from one of my little spies in the black market district," Alesia said with a shrug. She looked at her tablet screen with curiosity. "They're saying there's a secret, exclusive underground auction being held tomorrow night. And one of the main items…" She paused, squinting her eyes to read the smaller text. Rayden and Kara, who had been paying little attention, now both turned to her in unison.

"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!"

"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."