Blue Book Bidding Novels & Stories

silent. until someone raises a card. then another. and another. The numbers climb. $30,000. $50,000 $85,000 I don't understand why the bidding is so high until I hear it- someone whispering in the shadows. "she's the one. she looks just like her" who? But I don't have time to wonder. Because the Final bid comes in like a hammer. $250,000. silence falls. The woman nods once, eyes shining.

"Aright ladies and gentlemen or gentlevampire? Anyway the auction has begun" We're on stage and caged like animals wearing nothing but lingerie " Right here we have a blonde girl with blue eyes , her name is- not important, she's not a virgin and her blood type is A" " The bidding price is 10 thousand dollars, cheap just like her" the black haired vampire know as Mic said Vile bastards "15 thousand dollars" "20 thousand dollars" A young woman with her husband said

"The initial price for the stele is three hundred thousand gold coins. Each bid must be at least 50,000 more than the previous one!" "Allow the bidding to commence!" The Count grinned as he said this.

"Somehow." The bidding climbed quickly, several guests clearly eager for a stay at what the auctioneer was now describing, with obvious relish, as "one of Ethan Blackwell's most private and exclusive properties," and I watched Ethan's composure crack slightly at the edges, his jaw tight, his hand curling into a fist against the table.

“M-Mr. Black, we… we didn’t realize you were in attendance. If we’d known—” “If you’d known what?” I cut in, voice flat. “That you’d clean up this dump?” A few nervous chuckles spark and die just as quickly when I don’t bother to smile. The auctioneer swallows hard, steps forward, and raises his voice: “I know I just said sold but d-do we have any counterbids against Mr. Black’s offer of ten million?” Silence responds to him. He tries again, louder,e more desperate while scanning the room like a trapped animal.

One million dollars. "One million going once, one million going twice, one million for the third and final call... Sold!" The auctioneer's gavel struck, "To the man in the blue-gray suit up front." Hearing the finality in those words, a wave of dread washed over me. The tales of his notorious cruelty towards women echoed in my mind, making every step toward him feel like an eternity. Gazing into his icy blue eyes, I pondered his motives. Why would he bid so extravagantly for me? Throughout the kingdom, it was an accepted truth that I was far from the fairest. Why, then, was I of such value to him?

Andrius did not have time for nonsense and asked, “Since everything is in place, can we continue with the bidding for the third blind box?” “Of course.” Richard had no way to refute, so Fierde could only follow the script. “I announce that the bidding for the third blind box begins now. As usual, the starting price is 2 billion, with each increment not less than 50 million.” However, the moment he announced the start of the bidding, the result was already predetermined. “I’ll buy it. 10 billion!” Andrius spoke with overwhelming dominance. Richard did not even have the intention to bid and left in a huff.

I didn't have an answer, but it didn't stop my stomach from churning. “Bidding begins at a hundred thousand.” the host announced. “And the best part, you get both mother and pup. A two for one package.” The room erupted in cheers and excitement. Hands shot up and voices barked over one another. “A hundred and five thousand!” Someone yelled from the back. “One thirty!” “No.” Another gruff voice called out. “She's definitely worth more than that. Two hundred thousand.” “Two fifty!” “Four hundred thousand!” My blood ran cold as I sought out the man who had bid the highest. He was a disgusting old man with yellowing teeth and I almost puked from looking at him. “I'll take them both for four hund

Memories of using it to heal Helena flashed through me, the powerful bond of energy I’d poured into it seeming to echo faintly even now. When the bidding began, I didn’t hesitate. “Two million,” I called firmly, my voice carrying cleanly across the room. Heads turned, faint whispers spreading among the crowd. Solemn nods moved between wolves, acknowledging my authority—or perhaps testing it. “One million?” Lucas scoffed under his breath, raising a brow. “For something priceless?” The bidding continued, competitors testing my resolve and numbers climbing steadily. Determined not to falter, I matched each call until the room hushed at my final proclamation.

"Do I hear, $45,000? $50,000?” As the bidding war escalated, I carefully timed my moves, always staying one step ahead of my mother-in-law. The auctioneer's face was a picture of satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with delight as the bids soared past $50,000. He rubbed his hands together. “This is it, ladies and gentlemen, the bidding is getting fierce! Do I hear $75,000? $80,000?”