Novel & Cerita Hunter X Hunter Auctioneer

I lied, my eyes finding Hunter’s once again. “Nine,” Xavier snapped, drawing my attention. “Ten,” Hunter said, without hesitation. The room went silent for a beat, the auctioneer barely containing his excitement. But before Xavier could say a number, I gripped his hand tightly. “Don’t.” I whispered. “This is an extremely high price for a simple ring and you know it. Don’t play into his tricks.” Xavier exhaled sharply and lowered his paddle, jaw tight. “Sold,” the auctioneer announced.

I said flatly. “Come on. We can’t miss it. Every other clan will be there. Just go and represent us—unless you want Xavier to throw another tantrum.” My jaw clenched. I hated when Xavier started in on us for not keeping our affairs in order. I already did enough. I didn’t need him telling me what to do. “What’s this auction even about?” I asked. “They sell young girls to the highest bidder. It’s really fun—if you’ve got a virgin kink, you might even snag one there.”

Harley shrugged. “I think it’s trafficking territory.” He replied. “Considering the people walking in, I suppose it’s an auction there tonight.” I narrowed my eyes and walked to the entrance. “I’m here for the auction.” I stated to the bouncer. “And who are you?” He asked. I narrowed my eyes. “Alpha Alessandro Costa.” I replied with the coldest tone I could muster. The bouncer widened his eyes. “I-I’m s-sorry, Alpha Costa.” He stammered. “Right this way please.

Before I can think of another plan, I hear the voice of the auctioneer booming over the microphone, his words grating on my ears. "Alright, gentlemen! Up next, a true gem!" He grabs my arm roughly and hauls me to my feet, dragging me onto the platform. "Feast your eyes on this beauty!" His voice is a sickening mix of excitement and sleaze as he gestures toward me, his hand sweeping down my body. "Young, healthy, and just look at that figure! Perfect for breeding or whatever else your heart desires!"

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Status. Snow, you are the best Hunter in the entire Academy. I know you know this, even if you play it down. I know you consider yourself one of the best, but no, you are the very best. Number 1. Imagine what type of contributions my shareholders would contribute now, knowing that I have convinced the very woman who has taken out a large portion of the Vampire population on her own, to join me. Not to mention, brought the media attention that you have, and your online following, that you may not even know you have, plus your in person following. Snow, you are a fucking celebrity. Just having you standing by my side, even for business purposes only, is enough to m

Soren stopped crying a while ago; the tears have dried into salt streaks on his cheeks and he's so incredibly tired as he ignores the fear and heat coursing his veins as he waits for the worst to be over. "This one is even prettier than the last. Whoever gets him would be extremely damn lucky. He is Mr. Scar's gift to you," the auctioneer's voice booms loudly through the speakers before he climbs up to the stage, a Beta in a suit, with his soulless eyes scanning him like he's a prime piece of meat at a butcher's shop. The auctioneer faces the crowd, beaming widely. "Bidding starts at five hundred thousand!" "Six hundred!" A voice shouts from the front.

The next thing I knew I was supported to the center of the stage. “The last item for the day, is of course our Phoenix!.” The auctioneer announced and immediately the hall was filled with resounding claps and cheers. “The Phoenix item is the newest and latest, and of course the most important criteria a virgin”!. He added. My eyes almost bulging from my sockets, how does he know I’m a virgin?!. “Let’s start the bidding” the auctioneer announced. “Three hundred thousand dollars”! The voice of a man was heard in the room followed by a gasp from the audience.

I’m disgusted but must know the fate of this poor boy. After lunging at the crowd of spectators, the auctioneer punches him hard in his stomach, winding him, and knocking him over. I make eye contact with this young soul—defeat and grief blaze in his eyes. ‘A real genuine wolf pup! Not just an ordinary wolf pup! This one has Alpha blood. He’ll be the strongest farmhand you’ve ever had,’ the auctioneer announces loudly. ‘The bidding will start at eight gold!’ ‘NINE GOLD!’ Someone amongst the crowd yells.

A man called out and I stared at him. My eyes widened as I realized he was the man I had rejected his advances a few months ago, Alpha Emmett of the Steelcrest Pride. Watching him walk up to me, I felt my head reel, and I stared at my father, silently begging him to help me. “Alright, gentlemen, the auction is about to commence. Please take your seats. Once it begins, the girls will be yours,” my father announced, cutting off the Alpha’s advance toward me. I held my breath, my heart pounding wildly as I closed my eyes. The first girl stepped forward, her fear was evident as she turned to display her dress and figure to the men seated beside my father. Their eyes lit up with desire, and I fel

"No. We don't have the authority or evidence. Acting now could spook them into relocating the cauldron, making it harder to trace." Then an idea struck her. She looked at Brooklyn. "How do you 'claim' an item in a Meciran auction?" "Huh? What do you mean?" Brooklyn narrowed her eyes. "Are you talking about claiming someone's life? Because that's cruel and inhumane…" Aria remained calm. "For the auction, I mean. It's like a proxy bid. Whatever price the other bidders offer, I'll always raise it by another 10,000 Lirons."