El Coleccionista Novels & Stories

Then I remembered everything Ashley could find on the necklace, that she told me about. "Why are both staring at me?" I asked them, backing further into my seat. "Listen, Collin. I don't think charlie and I have ever told this to you and Seth. But, your older brothers know the story of the human artifact thieves. What they are interested in are agelong tools and from what I heard they are good researchers who go back in time to seek for heirlooms that could be worth billions of dollars If aunctioned." Ester explained. "Like the those old art paintings." Annette chipped in.

The coffee shop is now packed because of the event in Hasila Museo, one of the famous attractions here in Easparian. The Museum will have an outreach program for the Madriato Orphanage by hosting an auction. As far as I know, some of the items that they're gonna auction are ancient porcelain, jewelry, and paintings of some notable artists. But the main thing in that event that even tourists crave to have is the Map of Colambi during the 15th century because it consists of the remarkable spots that were known to be enchanted.

And in a corner, he had little car collections; they were of different designs and colors. Emma pointed at them. "You must like cars." His eyes landed on them, and he laughed lightly. "Oh, I do, but I love the collections from the Coopers more. They are a very popular car company in Los Angeles. I got my cars from Cin's Mobile, and I am friends with the CEO, Din Cooper. Such a cool guy." She looked at him, and he placed the pen down and linked his fingers together. "I know you don't want Zoe's story out there right now, but remember when we said we will tell my family after her birthday?"

“This, alone, proves that something was off with the incident. We are only in the month of September, and there is a long way ahead but his reason was to celebrate Hercule Exposito’s death anniversary. Don’t you think it’s suspicious?” Jacel responded, her head was tilted sideways, making fibers of her hair follow the lead. “Oh, my God. If today’s not the death anniversary of the great detective who ever lived, then what the hell is Travis up to? Was he trying to let himself being lured by his kidnapper? Or should I say his brother? Perhaps all of this is also part of his plan? Was he trying to investigate something on his own?” I could not begin to tell how Jacel came up to that theory, but

But his eyes were firmly set on the young woman in the bed. Elias considered himself a collector, a purveyor of fine and unique finds. While his mansions were filled with trinkets and tokens from his long life, they meant little to him in comparison to this young woman. He had waited centuries for her, and he would not let this opportunity disappear. There nothing that Elias Elhassan wanted that he did not get eventually. He prided himself on his ability to smooth talk humans without the need for any mesmerizing; that felt like cheating to him. And he was many things, but he was no cheat.

"I'm not telling you anything." "Wrong answer." Elara pressed her thumb into one of his wounds and he screamed. "Try again. Who's paying you?" I should have been disturbed by her casual brutality. Instead, I was grudgingly impressed. She'd learned to do what was necessary, no hesitation. "I don't know his name!" The rogue gasped. "We just call him the Collector. He pays good money for destabilizing packs. Especially ones with connections to True Alphas." "The Collector." Elara's eyes met mine. "What does he want with True Alphas?"

“But everything has a limit.” The detective shifted uneasily and I looked at him. “Tell me something…what happens when a queen loses the knights protecting her?” The detective hesitated..“They become vulnerable and can easily be captured” I tapped the photograph with one finger. “Exactly.” The detective's expression tightened. “Sir, I wouldn't advise making an enemy of Mr. Cole. Apart from being the CEO of R’Cole's Enterprise, he is the west coast billionaire. Mines,the jewelry supply chain, underground casinos, real estates,he controls everything ... .And…they say he is the godfather of the Mafia.”

“That’s usually when people get in trouble.” Eli gave a small, humorless smile. “You sound like Damian.” Cole snorted. “Then maybe I’m doing my job right.” He paused, studying Eli’s face. “He told me about the message.” Eli nodded. “Carter Vale. You know him?” “By reputation,” Cole said grimly. “Used to be a handler before he went off-grid. Smart. Cold. Always six steps ahead.” Eli’s pulse quickened. “Then why come back now?”

“Go ahead.” “The old collector’s name is Matteo Bellandi. He’s based in Florence. Runs his family estate and has been in the business for over forty years. He’s not flashy, doesn’t sell often, but when he does, it’s through people he trusts. In this case, that’s the Armitage Gallery in London. Small operation and niche based clientele. They’re handling the negotiations for him.” I leaned back in my chair, picturing it. “And Max?” “Max approached the gallery directly last month, claiming to want the collection for personal keep. Meanwhile, he's using money from four different people to secure the sale and he is planning to sell it to the museum in Asia.

“Yes, of course. This is, after all, his home.” I walked to a long glass case slightly out from one of the walls of bookcases and peered inside. It reminded me of something from a museum. Within the glass enclosure was an eclectic collection. Antique weapons, Fabergé eggs, figurines, stamps, and coins. “Mr. Luciano is a collector of rare and beautiful things,” Contessa said before leaving the library. Her comment reminded me of something Ariana said. “My son is a collector of sorts. You should know that we’re happy he’s finally decided to collect a woman of worth.”