Blue Book Bidding Novels & Stories

A tall brunette lady in a blue T-shirt took a deep breath and wiped the sweat on her forehead, "I bid for 250 million and that's it" She was unstable and pissed that the bid was been raised to this extent. 250 million was final and she was confident that no one in the auction hall should be able to challenge that. The auctioneer was shocked, "Wow! That's great Meredith, 250 million is final I guess, any higher bidder, 250--" The husk voice interrupted him again and it sounded a little angered this time, "500 million, counter and we might have to move to a billion" He sounded confident in the darkness where he stayed and as usual, all eyes turned in his direction.

The receptionist greeted Howard with a smile, pointed to Alex, and said, "Unfortunately, the owner is also interested in the Maserati. You both expressed your willingness to buy at almost the same time and we really don't know who to sell to. How about...you two bid on it and the highest bidder will get the car?" Howard was furious and glared viciously at Alex. He said, "Cohen! I'm telling you, I'll take that car no matter what. If you're smart, you'll automatically quit." Alex shrugged and slowly walked over. "Howard Zoe, are you afraid to bid?" "Afraid? Well, I was afraid you wouldn't dare! Let's start bidding then! What's the starting price?" The receptionist quickly said, "$1.6 million!"

Although they had no idea how to incorporate the battery into the appliances that she mentioned, they still gripped their hands into fists as they awaited Jessi Hwang to release the signal. “The initial amount is 50,000 IB. the increment of each bid must not be less than 3,000 IB. The bidding starts now!” “70,000 IB!” The first bidder immediately increased the bid to twenty-thousand more than the initial amount out of excitement. He would not expect to gain hostility among the crowd. Those who hoped to at least shout an amount glared at him.

I was third in line and I was starting to feel like throwing up again. Although I kept my eyes away from him, I knew he was watching me. It came my turn and I flashed a fake smile at the crowd, not wanting to let Selma down. "Bidding will start at five thousand," Caleb announced. An old man in a blue suit raised his hand. "Twenty." My eyes shot up to meet those blue eyes of Wyatt's. What the hell was he doing? I could see even Amanda looked confused. Another man lifted his hand, "Twenty-five."

Marybeth raised hers, and Logan turned to her, surprised. “What is the meaning of this?” He asked through gritted teeth, “No matter how much money you may have, there's no way you'll outbid me.” She gave no reply. “Twenty million from the lady in the sparkly dress, do I hear twenty-five million?” the auctioneer asked. Logan raised his placard, “Twenty-five, do I hear thirty?” Marybeth raised hers. Logan groaned. Already, he was way above budget. How would he win this bid? His mind raced and he decided he would sell a few of his cars to quickly cover the cost, “Do I hear forty?” Marybeth raised again, and now Logan was seriously getting worried.

“Five million offered! Five million on the boy with blue eyes! Do I hear more?” The air shifted. Laughter, murmurs, sharp intakes of breath. Bryce felt the ground tilt under him. His hands curled tightly against his side trying to hold himself together. Someone should fucking bid higher! He wouldn't stop praying in his mind. His eyes searched for khalifa, but khalifa's face held no expression. The auctioneer raised his gravel, his hand hovering. “Sold—!” A voice came like a strike of thunder. “Twenty million.” The hall fell into silence. Glasses froze halfway to lips, chairs scraped slightly as bodies shifted to see.

Italian. "Can we start our bidding at one thousand dollars?" The healthy, radio worthy voice of the auctioneer called Beth's attention. She watched a placard go up in the air and examined the dark haired man. He didn't look bad. His smile was gentle and his eyes were easy. Her gaze was drawn to another placard that went up in a counter bid. "Two thousand dollars," a blonde haired gentle man spoke up. "Five thousand dollars!" Beth's eyes shot to a fat, dark haired man with ruddy cheeks and a malicious smile. Her wide eyes met Sherlie's.

She asked. Everyone went silent for several seconds that George was beginning to fear this was a bad idea until a bidder spoke up. "$55k!" He said, raising his hands. "$55k, dollar bid, now 60, who will give me 60?" She asked, her eyes moving around the crowd searching for the next bidder. "$67k!" Another bidder said. "67k dollar bid, now 72, who will give me 72?" She asked again. "$80k!" Another bidder announced.

someone bids, the voice coming from behind us again. Camilla snorts, “Fifty a farmhouse, shoot me.” Cameron continues to urge people, the bid on the infrastructure going up by a hundred thousand every second until it settles on sixty three thousand dollars, an Alpha of one of the newly formed packs in the back somewhere, trying to show off is responsible for the bid. “Sixty three thousand going once, twice and sol–” “Eighty thousand,” Camilla declares, lifting her bid rose. Tonight instead of paddles, we're using roses to bid, you raise it and bid.

Their eyes, though, exposed everything. Greed. Lust. Fascination. Pity. Hunger. Like I was… a prize. A thing. My stomach twisted. “What the hell?” I whispered, my voice hoarse and dry. “She’s awake,” someone muttered. A man stepped forward, tall, arrogant, with a twisted smile. “We’re starting the bidding,” he announced, his voice echoing off the marble walls. “As you can see… she’s raw. Untouched. Very rare. Blue eyes, blue hair, truly a gift from the gods.”