Hunter X Hunter Auctioneer Novels & Stories

His expression was a mask of pure, unadulterated boredom. "Two point five," Xander snapped, his face reddening. "Three," Houston countered immediately. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. He wasn't even looking at Brittany. He was looking at Xander like he was an insect he was about to crush. "Three point five!" Xander growled. "Five million." The auctioneer paused, his gavel hovering. "Five million from Mr. Vane. Going once… going twice…" Bang. "Sold. To Houston Vane."

Each girl was standing there for ten minutes or unless the bidding stalled. “Does everyone have their beverage of choice and into position?” Hank was the auctioneer for these events. He was one of the worst guys I have ever met. I didn’t really give two fucks what happened to these girls but he took it to a whole different level. I’ve seen him cut a girls throat for not walking quick enough. He is what people would call a silver fox. Salt and pepper hair with more gel than I thought it could even hold. He wore stupidly expensive suits for being as skinny as he was. More than once, I thought of him as a stick bug.

I hear several of them growl. Xantiago and Marius drop out of the bidding as they fight over her shredded underwear like wild dogs. “3, 2, 1, sold! The auction is closed. No more bids,” Hunter declares the clock stopping as they all turn from Jessica to look at Hunter. “So who won? Xantiago asks knowing full well he hasn’t as he pockets half her underwear with Marius holding the other half. “It’s got to be me,” Teddy declares as he continues to click the button on his controller as if he could still bid. Hunter clears his throat as they all shut the fuck up and take their seats.

But there is also sadness because there is a clear boundary between us. Lost in my own thoughts, I suddenly snap back to reality as the auction reaches its peak. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at the most exciting moment of this Auction," the Auctioneer announces. "The next item up for bidding is...!" A hush falls over the crowd as they bring out a young boy confined within a cage. The audience gasps in disbelief. “You got it! Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be amazed by a young werewolf from the fallen Midnight Pack!" the auctioneer declared.

"Mr. Dominic has already settled the payment for the crown. He did so immediately after the bidding was over." The auctioneer regarded Fiona coolly before turning to Dominic. "Thank you for what you've done today. Because of you, we have enough to give to those who have none." "It's my pleasure." Dominic said warmly. The auctioneer smiled and gave a curt nod before heading off to where he was going. When he was gone, I turned to Harrison and looked at him with a narrowed gaze. "I believe you have a bet to fulfill." He raised a brow at me, "What are you talking about?"

He sits perfectly still watching me with eyes so cold they look black, and everything about him screams power and ruthlessness and money. Back row right: Christopher. My childhood friend Christopher from Red Moon Pack, the boy who taught me to track deer and who cried when I disappeared ten years ago without saying goodbye. He looks older now, harder, but I’d recognize him anywhere and seeing him here in this auction house makes my heart stop completely. What is he doing here? "Lot 23, please approach the bidders," the auctioneer instructs. I walk down the stage steps on shaking legs. The distant man stands as I reach them and I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes because he is tall,

Just as he was about to step out of his room for some fresh air, Hector appeared at the door, about to knock: "Alpha, your father wants you to go to the auction house to represent our pack." Despite being in a bad mood, Andrick forced himself to oblige. At the auction house: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen..." the auctioneer greeted. "Before we begin, we'd like to show our loyalty to the esteemed representative of the Lunar Claw pack–Alpha Alexander." Everyone's gaze shifted to a private box where the person inside couldn't be seen. "Alpha Alexander, we hope you'll like this small gift of ours."

Duan Xuening smiled, revealing Trisha's pear vortex. 'We're looking for someone. What about you?' Ethan Wharton asked, and Yobhel was happy. 'The people behind this auction are cultural relics dealers who come to arrest people.' As he spoke, he whispered, 'It may be a little messy later. Protect Kristen.' Ethan Wharton nodded and looked at the direction of Sister Rui. 'Is she the owner of the auction?' Yobhel glanced down and shook his head again. 'No.' Four people stood in a secret corner, and Kristen Oliver gave Yobhel a reproachful look.

My wrists and feet were tied, and I wore nothing but lingerie panties. I bowed my head as the muttering became louder. "The bidding I will offer is Lizelle Smith. The former successor of a Smith Group. However, because of the mishap that happened to her—she has been left with nothing." The auctioneer hit the gavel before he continued, "The bidding starts now!" "What calamity befell her?" After the man's question, the noise died away. "Sorry, Mr. Raymond, but I can't tell you anything about the "item" because only the person who can buy "it" will know. The contract specifies it. You can ask her if you're the lucky one who gets her."

We should annihilate abominations. I was never a part of the hunt until I became the hunted. “Come on, ladies and gentlemen.” The auctioneer droned on in his game-show voice, “Who’ll give me five thousand for this prime female?” He ripped the flimsy dress down the middle, exposing my breasts down to my sex. I had no underwear. I shrunk down, shielding myself with my arms. The auctioneer snarled, yanking my hair to lift my head. The handler came and grabbed my hands, pulling my arms to my back, forcing me upright.