Blue Book Bidding Novels & Stories

I should have hit his head but I lowered my gaze and looked pitiful. "6 million, going!" The bidder announced, pointing at the bidder who had just made the bid. Wow he started from 3 million now he is at 6 million, all these men sure looked hungry but I was more worried about Jaylen's silence because If he doesn't win me then I might actually be auctioned for real. Just as I was about to give up hope and the deal was almost sealed, "120 million," A deep but calm voice said from behind with his number raised.

Which meant this would not end the way Sakamura imagined. The bidding was discreet. No raised paddles. No numbers spoken aloud. Offers transmitted through secure channels, verified instantly. Sakamura stood behind the glass, hands clasped, watching figures rise on a screen only he could see. Evelyn was acutely aware of time stretching, thinning, becoming elastic. One of the men withdrew early. Too cautious. Another stayed longer, his interest sharpening as the price climbed. The third never spoke — but never looked away. Sakamura noticed.

At exactly ten o’clock, the host stepped forward. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Today’s bidding is for ATC Tech…” The screen behind him lit up, displaying the starting price. The bidding began. At first, the increments were controlled. Voices rose one after another, each trying to outdo the last. The numbers climbed steadily. Fifty million. Seventy. One hundred. Two hundred. The tension in the room thickened. Some hesitated. Some withdrew. I remained silent. Watching. Waiting. Then a bidder raised the amount significantly, trying to dominate the room.

Oh… what it would feel like to hold her neck and stare into her eyes, while fucking her pussy sweetly, in ways that would leave her shaking. Oh! Just what it would feel like to hold watch the jewelry bounce on her neck with every thrust he gave. The spokesman began his pitch, describing the rarity of the blue stone and the hundreds of hours it took to cut. “We shall start the bidding for this masterpiece at… one hundred thousand dollars!” “One hundred and twenty thousand!” an older mogul shouted. “One hundred and fifty!” a woman in the front row countered. The numbers began to fly. “One hundred and eighty!” “Two hundred thousand dollars!” Aaron shouted, raising his card with a smug look on h

"So, gentlemen. Who is going to start the bidding?" Please, please let the bidding go well. I can´t have done this for nothing. There is a huge computer screen on the wall, displaying the progress of the bidding. There are perhaps a couple of hundred faces or so actually in front of me, but I know there are remote bids being taken and I see agents pressing ear-pieces to their heads, or scanning computer screens as the bidding progresses. The bidding goes very well, opening with an amount of money that makes me blink, then progressing in thousand-dollar increments. Well, at least I don´t have to worry about not coming out of this with something worthwhile. My hope is that I can fund my way th

He paused for a moment to look at me. "Now, let's start the bidding at thirty-five thousand dollars. Do we have thirty-five? Anyone?" I held my breath, clinging to a flicker of hope that no one would be interested. But then— "Thirty-five!" a voice called out from the side, shattering my hopes. "Thank you. We have thirty-five thousand. Do I hear forty-five thousand? Anyone for forty-five?" The bidding continued until it was over seven hundred thousand dollars, and I held in the tears that prickled the sides of my eyes.

Like she feels it. My eyes settle on the painting again. I take it in properly this time—the quiet strength in it, the calm beneath the chaos. Yeah. B.B outdid himself with this one. A faint smile touches my lips. I glance at her one last time just as the host’s voice cuts through the air. “Starting bid—five hundred million.” And immediately— “Five hundred ten!” “Five fifty!” “Seven hundred!” The number slices through the room. Silence drops like a heavy curtain. Everyone freezes—eyes wide, fingers pausing mid-tap. Some already shift back, backing down.

Her white high heels and pearls complimented the outfit. She takes a seat in the elite section of the bidding tables…Ones where only very well-established people could sit. Her eyes are focused and her ears are sharp as the announcer starts with the bidding. “Last but not least, we’ve got Daisy Blooms by Elliot Bordeaux. The bidding starts at one million dollars,” the announcer’s eyes widen. Amber lifts her hand, she scanned the room and realized that there was no one else who had done so. She smirks at the power she holds. “Going once,” the announcer waits for a quick second. Another man shouts out, “One and a half million.”

I stare at the small cup, despite the seering thirst I was feeling, I didn't pick it up to even take a sip. "I'm Mr. Blackwood, the manager here. Now, tell me, what's your asking price?" "Ten million pounds," Mr. Blackwood's eyebrows raised slightly. "That's quite a sum." He gently tapped on his table before uncomfortably gazing at me. “But for a beauty like you, it can't be compared." He grinned and then stood up from the chair in which he had been sitting before. “We'll need to start the bidding higher to ensure our cut. Are you prepared for that?"

Nick and Margaret turned to acknowledge Darren–they didn't notice Emery. "Wow, we have a bidder, What an amazing Price!" Charlie said loudly with a proud smile. Darren was the first to stake the bid, the others kept quiet, they had fears in their eyes. Emery saw this as a winning sign. Since he had shown his interest in the property no one would dare place a bid. Emery's face brightened up with a smile but that smile immediately disappeared after a voice rang out behind her, "Ten million dollars, " Victor Blackwood raised his bidder card. His bid caught the attention of everyone, including Emery.