Large Blizzard Price Novels & Stories

"Let it go. The price is too high now. It's not worth it." "It's okay. It's priceless if it's something I like," Blake said resolutely. He was drawn to the fact that the diamond ring was neither too large nor too small. It was simple yet unique. He raised his paddle and bid 131.4 million dollars, an extravagant gesture fitting for "Heart's Desire." The large bid and the diamond's name together perfectly embodied a grand, enduring love. After the final bid of 131.4 million dollars, no one challenged it.

he replied, giving me a smug look. “Two hundred and fifty thousand,” a human man said, holding up his sign. “We have a bid of two hundred and fifty thousand,” the MC announced. “Do I hear three hundred thousand?” “Five hundred thousand,” I replied, holding up my sign. I wanted her, and I wasn’t playing around. Blaze leaned forward in his seat, his eyes never leaving mine. “One million dollars.” “Five million dollars,” I replied. Blaze narrowed his eyes at me, a low guttural growl erupting from deep within his chest, inaudible to human ears.

Dominic frowned. Elijah, seated beside him, observed everything. A trace of a cold smile curled his lips. "600,000,000 dollars! My god, this price is outrageous. Not 6,000,000, not 60,000,000, but a full 600,000,000 dollars! I've never seen this much money in my life," the host exclaimed theatrically. "Is there anyone else raising the bid? If no one bids, then Blue Cosmos No. 2 will go to the Garcia Group…"

Maybe I'm investing more than I realize. AJ has no idea the trouble that I've gone through to get us here -- Oog wouldn't even give me a discount on the freaken tickets that no one, with normal functioning ears, would want to buy. The jerk also upped the price of the backstage passes just for me, on Gland's demand, so I had to skip on that one. AJ would have loved to meet them in person but I guess it's better that I spare her the disappointment. "That's not possible. They're brilliant!" AJ says, tugging me into the empty concert arena. There's literally only about ten, maybe twelve, other people inside -- one of them being FeeBee, the stupid blonde.

"Sir, how much for this one? I like it. It'd make a nice decoration in my room." Blaine's gaze flickered with brief caution before smoothing over. "That one? 20,000 dollars. Fixed price." A person's eyes never lied. That brief flicker told Aria she'd hit the mark. She tapped the counter lightly. "20,000 dollars? That's steep. The market price is only around four or five thousand. Can't you give me a better deal? I don't have that much cash on me." "You get what you pay for," Blaine replied flatly. "This isn't like the fakes outside. 19,000 dollars—final offer."

The moment Maximus finished speaking, the middle-aged man said, “The Chez family will pay 12.5 billion!” The price of the Silver Flood Dragon had increased again, and the increase was 500 million. For these people who were at the bottom, 500 million was already an astronomical number that was out of their reach. However, for some family forces, it was just a drop in the bucket.

My roommate, Megan Williams, stole the thesis I had spent 187 days writing and revising through twenty-seven drafts for my grad school recommendation. She put her own name on it and submitted it to the college, taking my recommendation spot and deleting every original file from my computer. When I confronted her, she dropped to the floor and started crying. She said I had no right to slander her when I failed to get recommended for grad school. Then she posted a long message in the class group chat, claiming I had plagiarized and had a messy private life. Hundreds of messages flooded in, all of them scolding me. I went to the student counselor. He simply sighed and said, "You're cl

" As soon as the news was released, it rapidly became the trending topic on all the world's major platforms. Even Dramonian citizens waited eagerly for Arctic Snow Group's reply. If they reduced the price in Malia, the price in Dramon would drop so low that they wouldn't make any money at all. Some of the media in Dramon that supported foreigners actually began to attack Arctic Snow Group.

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

The thought that this man dared to take someone directly into the Blake family to take Snow Cecy's mother and son away made him angry! But now there are so many guests. Vicdor Blake wants to save face, so he keeps his anger in check and goes directly to his seat. The auction will begin. Snow Cecy immediately became nervous. When she saw the pricing given on the screen, she stood up and pointed at Vicdor Blake: "Vicdor Blake, what do you mean by such a high price?" "Why? Do you think that Cecy group’s core technology is worth more than 100 million? Don't forget that Cecy group's core technology, once properly used, will create more than 100 million!" Vicdor Blake looked at her angry appearanc