El Coleccionista Novels & Stories

Both men turned to look at me. “Bianchi is a collector,” I continued, my mind piecing together the fragments I had gleaned from the ledgers and my father’s notes. “He doesn't just collect art; he collects power, influence, secrets. He surrounds himself with beautiful, expensive, and rare things because it reinforces his status. His strength is not just in his soldiers, but in his reputation.” “What are you suggesting, Isabella?” Alessandro asked, his golden eyes sharp and focused on me.

Elle étudia le dessin une dernière fois avant de refermer brusquement le livre entre ses mains. Son téléphone sonna. C était Clara. Bonne nouvelle, dit Clara. Elena sourit. Que s est-il passé ? La collection Bellflower progresse plus vite que prévu. Le sourire d Elena s adoucit. C est une bonne nouvelle. Y a-t-il autre chose ? Il y a une chose. Son sourire faiblit. Cole Industries veut finaliser les accords de distribution.

"This is definitely another Blood Phoenix Miracle. In both the collector's and antique markets, this agate would easily fetch over 100 million!" The crowd, which had been cheering for Aspen moments ago, fell dead silent at Elsie's announcement. Then, the room erupted with wild discussions and incredulous shouts. "The Blood Phoenix Miracle? I'm Harrison Blake, a private collector, and I'm offering 200 million!" one voice called out. Another bid came from Blumedale Antiquities. "300 million, Mr. Lloyd, and we'll make you our Vice Chairman!" The scene became chaotic as countless collectors, experts, and enthusiasts rushed toward Andrew. Even elderly connoisseurs were pushing through the crowd w

I asked, keeping my eyes glued to the friendly expression on his face. The members of the Iridescence Pack were in on the game, and each played their own roles. It was common knowledge that the members of the pack gave nothing away, and never offered additional help beyond what they could already provide. There would be no cheating, no begging for help or a free ride. The golden etching on the box shimmered, as though it were winking at me. "Hm, I'm not sure." The shop keeper shrugged, giving me an honest yet sheepish grin. "My husband is the collector. Finds all of the stuff in this shop. I just clean em' up a bit. I even make some of the pieces!"

--The End-- A/N: We have reached the end of the Debt Collector. Thank you so much for reading you guys! I love you all so much <3 <3 <3. Please check out my other completed stories My boss is clueless and The Bad Boy's Problem (Nate and Amelia's story).

She remembered Stella once researching astrology and saying Scorpio men were hot and cold—proud one moment, clingy the next, then proud again, over and over. Disturbingly accurate. She set her phone aside and started the car. As she drove, a familiar gallery came into view ahead. Illusion Space. A gallery she had invested in—now one of the most renowned in Phoenixfell City. It wasn’t limited to paintings; it also dealt in rare collectibles of all kinds. Its daily revenue was enormous—enough to let her buy property without batting an eye. Heloise pulled over, got out of the car, and walked inside.

Other than gun powder business he also runs auction houses and possessed various diverse continental and historical collectibles. All clan leaders, politicians and billionaires will attend the auction except Ralph but he never stopped sending his invitation to him. He hopes Ralph wouldn’t reject him this year because he got hands on a very precious vintage collection from south and Ralph seems to be the only person who he could trust the collection with. Ralph didn’t answer Fernando leaving him in disappointment and left taking away the excited young lady in his arms. Author’s note : Hello cuties, Are you feeling bored by the story but we’re getting close to the end. So stay tuned and Xavier

co has taught his esteemed staff. Even though Kolex.co is a known International company, the founder and owner, referred to as the Chief, is a mysterious person who has never even appeared for his awards. The main CEO, Juma Cain Namu, was only known when he arrived in the country. The Chairman, Desmond Mendoza, also is hardly known by the public until now that the other heads have seen him. In short, all the important staff only have their names in the board of recognition of talents or achievements or awards, but their pictures and details are always hidden.

I said softly, as I sliced through the steak on my plate, “Care to share?” Elena looked up, almost shyly, “It’s just… today was unexpectedly nice. Derek stopped by the studio again, and we talked about some ideas for expanding my Rebirth collection. He thinks there is a market for bespoke heirloom pieces tied to personal stories.” My hand instinctively paused halfway to my mouth. Though it was just a fraction of a second–a pause subtle enough that the untrained eyes would miss it. But deep down inside of me, my mind sharpened like a blade. I forced a warm smile just to hide it all.

His large toothy grin caught her attention and her eyes trailed over his handsome features. “Excuse me, do I know you?” The man’s smile faltered for a millisecond and his gaze turned apologetic. “Forgive me for being so impolite. I’m an Andrès. An art collector and I work with Cressida Benoit. Intrigued, Elsida arched an eyebrow, “Well you already know me.” Andrès laughed huskily, “Fortunately I do.” “So you‘re an art collector, what kind of art do you hoard?” She asked grateful for the distraction.