Potter Auction 소설 & 이야기

Since we are not interested in any other time, we didn't bid until we heard about the next item that would be auctioned off. “The last item to be auctioned off today is the Atelum plant, as we all know that the Atelum plants only grow in the monsters’ land and the specific place is inside the palace. I suppose we all know how rare and valuable it is. So the bid starts at a quarter bag of blood. Let the bidding start, ” the auctioneer declared again. . . . .

ELOISE The lights dimmed in the event hall as we took our seats at one of the tables, and silence enveloped the crowd. A spotlight illuminated the first item to be auctioned—a centuries-old painting named "Whispers of the Wildwood" by the artist Edmund Harlowe, donated by a businessman. It's a landscape painting that transports viewers into a serene forest scene, lit only by fireflies. The painting portrays a deep, lush woodland with untouched beauty. The auction's proceeds this evening will be distributed to orphanages, children with illnesses, and homes for the aged.

I settled in and reached for a piece of fruit, letting my gaze drift slowly across the room as I chewed. I would never have stepped foot into this auction if Luna Rosalia hadn’t suddenly brought Lynn with her. My sister was far beyond the borders of our pack territory now, surrounded by wolves I didn’t trust. Out here, anything could happen. And after crossing paths with Muriel and Soren’s mother earlier, my instincts were already warning me to stay cautious. One by one, the auction items were presented before the crowd: Ancient contracts bound by blood, sacred moon relics, rare healing herbs, enchanted stones, and concoctions rumored to restore lost memories. There was even a powerful ferti

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."

Of course, not everyone was afraid of Quinton and the Hunts. At the front rows, toward the left area, a tall and handsome young man about twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age look at Ruth and Iris with a glint in his eyes. After that, he looked at Leon and Quinton before he smirked in amusement. After about ten minutes, it was time. The auction officially started. Right after that, a forty-odd-year-old man in a suit walked on stage. "Hello everyone, let me introduce myself, I'm Jared Powell, and I'll be in charge of this auction. Welcome to the auction."

My big sister, Summer, was right when she had said someday I would end up getting myself in trouble that I couldn’t get out of. “Considering her virginity is still intact, I am guessing the last buyer didn’t have what it takes to tame a woman like her.” The auctioneer said bringing me back to the present, making a few men chuckle. “Last time she was sold for ten millions but then we didn’t have so many new attendees.” The auctioneer paused and looked at a list in his hands and said, “But today we have some of the richest men here who deal in oils, explosives, weapons and ammunition. So we will start at five millions for this stubborn and fierce woman that will make a good pet to tame.”

When no one did, she scrolled through her phone, idly flipping through the auction catalog. Before long, the auctioneer stepped onto the stage, and the event officially began. The first item was a Victorian-era painting, prized as a collectible, with a starting bid of 2 million dollars. Penelope's heart itched. A piece like this could be resold for a hefty profit. Just as she leaned toward Caleb to whisper, she caught him lowering his gaze to Sydney instead. "Do you like it?" he asked. Truthfully, Sydney could not care less. But when she noticed the eager gleam in Penelope's eyes, she thought of that pendant. Her answer shifted in an instant. "I like it."

After some minutes, the auctioneer climbed the podium and greeted all those who were present, afterwards he explained to them that the goods he wanted to sell out were ancient architectural material he inherited from his great grandparents and since his company is facing some financial problems that's why he wants to sell it out. Firstly he presented a jar that had almost lasted two hundred years, with that the people started bidding it but since Sarah didn't see any value in it she didn't mind joining in the bidding neither did Xavier. After that he presented the second material which was an ancient portrait but Sarah didn't bid it either but Xavier and since he was the highest it was sold

Adrian said. “Bring the pot.” Kendall felt embarrassed, too. Brody showed him no respect, so he had no choice but to get straight to business. Only then did Brody’s expression relax slightly. “Mr. Cabello, we spent a fortune to win this pot at the auction. I guarantee the mark on it is identical to the one the Cabello family showed. This is definitely what you’re looking for.” Kendall made sure Brody knew how much effort the Dhillon family had put into this.

into a series of small, mercury-vials. "The 'Auction' is a meta-transaction, Alpha," the Merchant-Beast roared, its Barcode-eye pulsing with a rhythmic, purple light. "The 'High Rollers' of the Gallery are watching from the 'Upper Tiers'. They are bidding on the boy's 'Unmapped Potential'. But they can't have him until he is 'Processed'. He has to be stripped of his 'Biological Context'." "He is not an asset!" Silas roared, lunging for the platform.