Auction Novels & Stories

Axle stepped back to look at the final product and busted up laughing at me “I’m sorry Alpha… but … but you look like a friggin Saint Bernard with that thing around your neck” My temper flared, I lunged at him, knocking him to the ground. My growling and snapping at his neck silenced his laughter instantly. I do not care how ridiculous I look; he needs to remember just who his alpha is. This was all done to help me find my mate, his Luna, and I needed him to take this seriously. Axle rolled his head to the side, showing me his neck in submission. “Apologies Alpha.” Axle said in his usual formal tone, no hint of laughter remaining. I moved away from him and waited patiently while he linked up

He said and Hestia hummed in agreement. Then, finally, after such a long drag of bidding from ten people, it was reduced to only two: one of them being Aaron and the bidding still goes on. And it seemed that the two wanted to have a jock banter as they reduced their bidding to 1 dollar to 1 dollar. It made the auction hall erupt with laughter and it only ended once the other person stopped bidding and it was Aaron who won the Object Number 13: the Washi Hiromi paper: Fae Edition. There was a round of applause and some laughter coming from the people present at the auction. Aaron’s rival then stood up and gave a handshake to the

He reached and picked out ome, lifting it in all direction. "That's a DX-448, real demon, all the way from Germany brother, tough to handle, so watch your step." "It's a little to big, I need something light, unnoticeable, you know what I mean" "Come with me, I've got just what you need" Steel said stroking his beard unknowingly removing a wool that had been stuck ever since Tom got there. Tom and and Still walked in the poorly lighted room that smelled of rotten animal, the strong odor of green flakes lingered in air.

As soon as she finds out about his breeding business she will leave him anyhow. Three girls are available for bidding tonight at the Vampire Authority district three auctions. I will send Jackson. I am going to have him bid on all three just in case Mr. Craig decides to fall in love with another one. I can’t deal with this damn crying. I will go check on here after I text Jackson. I pull out my phone and scroll to Jacksons' number. *VAMPIRE AUTHORITY DISTRICT THREE AUCTION GO TONIGHT!*

And this one was pulsing with a neon-gold light that none of them recognized. "The Auction has begun," The Broker whispered, his form flickering. "And it looks like a 'Third Party' has just placed a 'Hostile Takeover' bid."

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.

Henry's POV The auction master adjusted his spectacles and read the card in his hand with the careful theatricality of a man who knew exactly what he was selling. "Lot number forty-seven, listed under the name Crimson. Female, early twenties, in excellent physical condition. Starting bid, five million dollars."

But I guess I am a coward. I held my bag as I locked my door. It was 8pm now. I made sure all the windows; curtains are closed. I had a bath and I knew I was wet. I bit my lip and dried my body and I walked over to the full-length bedroom mirror. I switched on my lights that were attached to the mirror and switch off the lights of the entire house. I bought 2 vibrators, one green and one pink, and I chose the pink. I sat down in front of the mirror and opened up my legs. I could see my pussy.

The red ribbon hung loose between them, untied noose moving in the hot wind like a white flag. Bids stopped at $15.2M – SOLD. Buyer: ANON-7FIG (hidden through many secret paths, last signal in Liechtenstein). Terms: 48 hours, alive, no marks, no questions. I ended the show with one touch. Quiet came—waves, birds, the yacht creaking deeper into sand.

Lines of text scrolled up too fast to read entirely—usernames, pack tags, and reaction flares. “…finally someone says it—” “…asset my ass—” “…Tribunal shill here, this is dangerous misinformation—” “…protect our omegas, shut her down—” Rae slowed the scroll. A new flood pushed up from the bottom, thicker than the rest. #AuctionTheWitch #AuctionTheWitch #AuctionTheWitch Variations, too: Auction the witch. Sell the mind‑controller. The highest bidder gets the asset.