Novel & Cerita Potter Auction

"Disgusting." The staff member from the auction hall realized that neither Howard nor I were interested in dealing with the ladies. Her face fell instantly too. In a frigid tone, she asked, "In other words, you ladies and Mr. William are unable to pay up, right? You can't afford to pay compensation for The Phenomenal Phoenix worth 30 million dollars lying on the floor over there either, can you?"

another voice called out. I stepped my feet apart. My pussy lips parted slightly, already shiny with nervous wetness. I could feel their stares burning between my legs. The auctioneer stepped onto the stage beside me. He was an older man in a tuxedo, holding a microphone. “Lot number twelve. Twenty-one years old. Tight virgin cunt. Never been touched. Perfect breeding material. Bidding starts at one million dollars.” The numbers flew fast. “Two million!” “Three!” “Five million!”

I said simply. “There is an auction set to happen just a few miles from this town,” he said, his voice grim and measured. “It is underground and kept discreet. The word going around is that it involves… rare goods.” My jaw tightened, my expression hardening. “Goods, huh?” I repeated, my mind already starting to piece together what that could mean. He nodded firmly, his expression serious and hard. “That is what they are calling it, but we both know the truth, wolves, shifters, and maybe even humans are being caught up in the trade.”

40 reminder came. "Mr Hernandez, shall we go to the auction room? " I asked seductively. "Let's." He stretched his hand out. I obediently took his hand and when we entered the room. As planned, he did sit at the side. I joined him and behind us were several guards protecting Damian. 10? "Welcome to the black auction. Today we've got some interesting goods to show. That includes, rare jewellery, high-class items, slaves and our grand price. Let's start the first item." The bidder started.

and “Cold as Steel, Rich as Sin.” So why was he here? Why would a man like Damian Cross care about a rundown café in a no-name Kentucky town? The auction began with properties Sage didn’t recognize. One by one, the names of buildings and lots were called out, and developers raised their paddles with robotic precision. The numbers being thrown around were absurd—five hundred thousand, a million, three million. Sage clenched her fists. The café wouldn’t go for anywhere near that. It wasn’t worth it. But to her, it was priceless.

The seats were fully occupied with sick, hungry, and disgusting sexually deviant motherfuckers. The first item in the auction did not look younger than eighteen, even if her face was covered with a masquerade mask like we used earlier, and her lips were thick with lipstick; she was not even twenty-one based on the profile announced by the auctioneer. I swallowed down the scotch, knowing we could only purchase one item for tonight. “Son of bitches,” Terzo muttered. When the auction reached one hundred grand, I raised my number. Terzo followed. The old, hungry, fat, rich men around me bid even higher.

He didn’t want me to get the potion. Should I not? Derrick is my past, and the only thing that keeps tying me down to him is his damned mark. It shouldn’t be up for debate. I have to get this potion. For Zahra. For me to finally move on. Yet, why does it feel like a bad decision? My gaze bounced back to Rowan. “No matter the price, I want this.” Rowan’s smile deepened. “The bidding starts at $100 million,” Camden chorused. “$150!” one of them raised their paddle.

he added and dismissed his subordinate. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome!" the auctioneer's voice boomed through the hall, excitement and energy crackling in the air. "We're excited to have you all here for the annual Salem auction. As always, we have a fantastic selection of items on offer, including rare antiques and one-of-a-kind artefacts!" His words were met with raucous cheers and applause from the crowd. The anticipation was noticeable, and the bidding was about to begin.

he made me spin around slowly for the audience to see, “…there is no external damage. It is also mute, which means you don’t have to be troubled about your new pet causing any noise pollution when you play with it.” Both I and the audience understood what he meant when he said _play_. He meant abuse, rape, torture, or whatever heinous act they saw fit to use me for. “We will start the bid for this one at forty thousand American dollars,” he announced. Someone quickly raised their paddle for that amount, then another person raised their paddle for forty-one thousand, and then another person raised again. “Do I hear fifty thousand? Can someone give me more? Who wants to go for a higher price?”

Wilbur could not believe that the bronze cauldron on the screen was the same as the one Tina gave him. However, the one that Tina gave him had three dragon engravings. The bronze cauldron at the auction only had one dragon engraving. Although two dragon engravings were missing, Wilbur knew that the bronze cauldron was extraordinary. The auction started after the host introduced it. The first item being auctioned was a vase, the second item was a jade beast statue, and the third item was an ancient porcelain bowl. It was said to be a bowl that the Emperor used. The three items were quickly auctioned. The ten paintings Gaben brought were also auctioned. The final bidding price was up to thirty