Most Valuable Ninja Turtle Toys Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes later, the authentication was complete. "Absolutely genuine, Ms. Navarro," Mrs. Dalton said, holding the bag to the light. "This is a limited-run piece, completely unused. The leather is flawless—any High Luna would pay top dollar for this." Valentina couldn't help herself. "So… how much is it really worth?" "Six hundred thousand credits," I said before the owner could even answer. Valentina nearly choked. "Six hundred—? The retail price was half that! You're out of your mind!"

I knew because Christopher had been showing them to me, and I had found the prices ridiculous for toys. For instance, the Lamborghini Aventador Model Car was fucking worth $4.6 million, and it didn't transport anyone to any freaking place! It was made with diamonds and platinum rims, and was even way more expensive than the actual Lamborghini! The Shimansky soccer ball that followed it was within the range of two point five million dollars, studded with diamonds and hell, a Cube Rubik's cube adorned with hundreds of carats of rubies, emeralds and amethysts.

Those a little older would cost tens of thousands, if not more, and one that was a century old would cost millions at least. Most importantly, they were extremely rare. Even if one had the money, one might not get the opportunity to buy one. Hastily putting the lid back on, Cassian said, "I can't possibly accept something this valuable, Mr. Hudson. Do take it back to Lord Drakeford." "Lord Drakeford has already said that he's giving it to you. If you consider him a friend, you won't reject his gesture." "But—" "Just take it," Claude insisted with a laugh. "Aren't you thinking of entering the Dragonite Ranking and making me your subordinate? Well, if you consume the drollroot, you can become

The flush of victory drains from her cheeks, leaving her skin looking like curdled milk. She stares at the tiny black numbers on the long slip of paper. "How is it that much?!" she shrieks, her voice cracking as she glares at the curator. "You are running a scam! You are lying to me!" "Ma'am," the curator says, his voice dropping all warmth, his professional smile turning entirely cold. "The Tears of the Deep Sea Naga you ordered is the last known vial left in the world. The price for that single item exceeds fifteen million credits."

Zoe told her teary eyed daughter, who was holding up pretty well for her young age to go through such an agonizing experience. Not even her sextuplet siblings had been subject to this kind of special training and it really sucked when she was the only one left in the forest for the Ninja exam in nothing but a huge unisex shirt, baggy shorts, bare foot and bald with the scalp showing the deep black, inked Dragon tattoo. Basically, she could be easily mistaken as a bald boy on a run. The Dragon in the tattoo had a small pearl between its fangs and that pearl was none other than the powerful ‘Ninja Dragon Stone’ which could trigger wars just to possess it for its immense power.

The Spirit Turtle was fatigued, while the martial artists were injured. Seeing that the time had come, Thomas launched his most powerful attack and sliced the Spirit Turtle’s head off. At that moment, a core fell out. The red core that was as big as a basketball glimmered. “A core?” Upon seeing the core, everyone lost their minds. At that moment, they totally forgot about obtaining the turtle’s blood. They knew that a core would greatly boost their strength. Not only that, this was the core of a thousand-year-old Spirit Turtle. It was worth much more than the turtle’s blood.

Then he got up and went to the side and took out his gift. When he saw the trademark on the packing box, Lewis immediately showed a sneer on his face. He also knows that the most expensive things in that gold shop are two or three hundred thousand. Even if Allen bought the most expensive gift, it can't be compared with his Jade Guanyin.

His gaze landed on a limited-edition Gundam model, and for just a moment, there was a flicker of something boyish in his eyes; it was something like longing. Just as quickly, he pulled himself back together. Logic took over again. "Let’s go. It’s just a mass-produced plastic product. Manufacturing cost doesn’t exceed $7, and they’re selling it for $140. There's no resale value whatsoever. It’s purely a cash grab." He turned to leave. This time, I grabbed him. "Xavier, your math checks out. But you missed one thing." "What?" he asked, confused. "Emotional value." I pulled him straight into the pop-up store and pointed at the model. "Wrap this up."

“I won't let anyone hurt you” “What do you mean?” “Never leave my sight cause I'll kill everyone just to make sure you're okay”. I smiled a little, his eyes were red but he wasn't crying. With quick strides, he stood before me, his hand lifting my chin. “I've missed my milkweed so much. I'm sure she knows what I want.” “What do you want,” I asked teasingly. “I want to fuck my toy till she's a wrecked Barbie doll”, he muttered in my ears.

To no surprise, the wooden sculpture was not particularly valuable, and it was purchased for a modest 400 grand. After that, Travis presented a set of porcelain tableware. Frank nodded, seeing no flaws—even if nothing was catching his eye, the tableware was not fake, and it was sold for 150 million. Up front, Travis breathed a sigh of relief since Frank was not speaking up—it seemed that the painting was the exception. As his mind was set at ease, he presented another item from his collection: a red coral crystal.