Blue Book Bidding Novels & Stories

Her eyes widen and she gulped nervously She turned to the MC and said something to him. The MC looked confused from her behavior. I'm starting to get impatient. All I want to do right now is to go there and kissed her "Can we re-bid again?" She asked looking at me coldly with those blue eyes So you want to re-bid again? Are you testing me Irene? I knew you too well for you to slip away from me again "300.000$" I raised my bidding number and said that amount of money cleary

Their moment didn’t last long as the host began his announcement as soon as Edmund settled down. “600 million, 1? “Make it 650 million” Brian ordered and Max looked at him with astonishment. “600 million, 2? Knowing Max is a scaredy cat Benedict had to take the matter in his own hand. “But sir…” Benedict tried to say something but he was cut off by Brian’s harsh words and deadly cold aura. “Do as ordered. Don’t try to teach me!” Max wrote the bid price and raised the bidding paddle. “650 millions from Mr. Brian Hale”

Boyd whispers, and I nod as he gives me his thoughts. A few more bulls go with the highest being $32,000, but I can't shake the feeling that this is the calm before the storm. Most of the room hasn't even held up their card to bid including us. "They are holding back," I whisper after another goes for under $10,000. Boyd nods and glances at Hank.

Maybe in another life. “We will start the bid with four million dollars,” the bid caller finishes and it doesn’t take a full second before bidder numbers fly up in succession, the numbers being called out skyrocketing within minutes. The price is up to twenty million dollars when the bid caller turns his head towards me, or more precisely, Dante. “Number 44 bids thirty million!” the bid caller exclaims, surprising everyone in the hall with the ten-million-dollar jump. “Thirty million going once… twice… Number 108, raises another five million!” the bid caller says into the microphone. “Thirty-five million going once!”

Ashton also admits that he doesn’t think Mariah killed his father. James, suspicious of Brenda’s influence in her son’s decisions, starts to investigate her. He discovers financial records showing that Brenda has been receiving monthly payments from an offshore account for the past few months ever since Ashton and Mariah got married. The account traces back to a company owned by Elijah. James digs deeper and finds out that the same account has been funding someone in Ashton’s company, Celina. He tells Ashton about it immediately.

"We'll start bidding at one million dollars." Gasps rippled through the audience. "One million." "One point two." "One point five." The numbers climbed. Fast. Higher and higher. Noah whispered something to Lora. They both watched. Fascinated. Sienna's hands clenched. Her nails digging into her palms. That feeling. That dread. Getting heavier. "Three million." "Three point five." "Four million." The bidding slowed. Only two people left. "Four point five." Then. Movement beside her.

"The current bid is 780,000 dollars! Mr. Lawrence bids 780,000 dollars, the highest so far!" "Any more bids? Oh, there's one. Mr. Carter bids 825,000 dollars! Anyone else?" "Mr. Lawrence, 900,000 dollars!" "Mr. Carter, 975,000 dollars. This is getting intense!" When the bidding passed a million, Franklin was ready to go higher, but Cecilia stopped him with a quick lift of her hand. "That's enough. This bangle is only worth a million. It's not worth bidding any higher. Since he wants it so badly, let's just give it to him."

Her fists clenched tighter and she gritted her teeth. I knew she was up to something and I grabbed my hand to get her attention, “As much as you want to attack them now, we must blend in.” I reminded her. “$1000.” A man yelled. The bidding just up and up, rising in each as the humans raised their bids on him. “So, anyone higher than 500 thousand dollars?” The emcee asked when ten minutes had passed and the bidding was still ongoing. “Higher than $800 thousand?” Asked the emcee again as the bidding gets high each minute.

A voice interrupted the auctioneer, and I looked between the crowd, trying to find the face of the cold, deep, yet alluring voice that spoke. He was seated in the middle of the room, a bottle of tequila in his hands. His piercing blue eyes boring into mine. "Huh?" The auctioneer and the audience were equally shocked by the astronomical bid. Who would ever want to pay such an amount of money? "Twenty million dollars." He repeated, with his brows quirked at me in a manner I did not understand but mysteriously made my heart skip a beat. "Well, I guess it's sold then." I didn't pay attention to the stage man anymore, but to the blue-eyed devil sitting dominantly in the middle of the room, whom I

Well, the oddity might drive up the price, but I would be taking it home, even if only to lock it up in a vault of my own. “Shall we open the bidding at a thousand dollars?” the auctioneer asked the room. I nodded. “I have one thousand,” the auctioneer said, raising his wooden gavel. “Do I hear more?” The room was quiet for a moment. “Ten thousand!” a voice rang out.