Blue Book Bidding Novelas e Histórias

When he nodded, I stepped away slightly and answered the call. Before I could even say anything, Wyatt’s deep, angry voice boomed in my ear from the other line. I don’t know why, but my heart started pounding fast, and I was nervous because of his tone. He was furious. "Get in the car," he ordered sternly, as if trying to contain his rage. The phone was still pressed against my ear as I scanned the front of the building to look for his car. I spotted a black SUV — even though it was heavily tinted and it was my first time seeing it, I just knew it was his.

Mariana Adams' Point of View Unlike the few girls that have been bought by these men, my bidding started at a jaw-dropping amount. I never thought that a mere, simple girl like me would start bidding at $20,000 in an underground black market like this. "Her name is Mariana. As you can see, she's fresh… never been touched and completely a maiden. Our girl for the night is her, and the bidding will start at the amount flashed on the screen."

The humans had no idea what they had. “Ten million dollars,” I said, rising to my feet, staring down Blaze. Blaze rose to his feet as one corner of his lips lifted into a snarl. But then he turned around and walked out. The MC let out a sigh of relief. “Well! We have a bid of ten million dollars on the table, the highest of the night! Do I hear eleven million?” Silence. “Do I hear ten million, five hundred thousand?” Silence. “Ten million going once, twice, sold to number sixty-nine in the booth!” he announced as everyone cheered. “And that concludes our bidding for tonight! Thank you all for coming!”

"There, a bid for 110, we've got a bid for $110,000! Anyone for 115?" "White means they'll go for the lowest bid, if they're the first bidder on the item. If they use white after other bids have been made, it means they only want to go up half the auctioneers call rather than the full amount. Full call is saved for the green side of the paddle. So, if someone holds up a green paddle now, they'd be bidding 115 grand," the old man informed me quietly. "And white, means they'd go up to $112,500, I assume?" I responded.

Someone has to do better than this. “Two million!” The bid came from a DOM. “Five million, plus a car.” A word from the other DOM bidder. She held her breath for a second. That's a bit steep. A five million bid means she'd gain at least 2.5 million from it. Plus a car? Fair enough. “Five million. Going once! Going twice! Anybody want to give higher than that?” the auctioneer continued. Then, right at the corner of the lounge, a guy raised his bid. “Six million plus a car,”

I was never considered a human but a property, a mere thing at their disposal. "We got a million there, with the man in black! Anyone?" I was jolted back into awareness. Bids came flooding from different directions. "Four million! Everyone, this is getting interesting! Any challenger?" Again, a hand raised but this time I could fully see the face of the bidder; the golden teeth that glowed under the lights.

Is it the right choice that I brought Ash here? "Okay, so let's start the auction. The bid will start at half a million." Mr. Black said, Rex immediately raised the board. "1 Million." Rex's bid. "1.5 Million." A man in a red suit bid. "2 Million." Another man bid. "3 Million." Rex bid again.

My mouth drops open and I stare at Jared in surprise. “One point five…” “Mr Preston is on the lead..” “Two million…” “Four million dollars…” Jared interrupts the other bidder. “Four million dollars and the deal is done, Mr Blood won the bid with the whooping sum of four million dollars, enjoy the rest of your evening with Miss Moon.” I step down the platform while the host continues with the bidding on another piece. I walk up to Jared with a flushed face. “What the hell was that about?” I ask him madly.

One by one the put their bid until the painting sold with three million and sixty dollars . After the discussion, no one from their room bids for anything until the auctioneer introduce the eleventh item and shows a video about a bullet proof black Bentley with large space and four seats and had a small fridge . It is donated by Mr Karl Chong . The first right hand of Mr Adrian Moo . The price begin with three million dollars . The price kept going up until Zachary put a price sixteen million dollars .

“There she is, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll start the bid at-” “A million.” Jonathan cut him off. Over my dead goddamn body. “Two million,” I said, shooting Jonathan a try-to-take-her-and-I’ll-kill-you look. “Three million.” I’d kill that goddamn man and make it look like an accident. “Five million,” I gritted. “What’s going on?” Lilly whispered, her smile frozen on her lips as her eyes ping-ponged between Jonathan and I. “Six million.” Byron joined in the bid. Are you fucking kidding me?