Potter Auction Novels & Stories

"That plan." I unfold the paper with my trembling hands because I already know this is going to be bad, but reading it is worse than anything I imagined. Private Supernatural Auction; Lot Transfer Agreement; Luna Beatrice of Crescent Moon Pack; Starting bid one million dollars; Auction date this Friday. "You sold me," I whisper.

Alexander then proceeded to inquire about the auction's location and schedule, determined to secure the 100-year-old Pure Spirit Ganoderma. With an hour and a half until the auction, Jessie offered to show Alexander around the first and second floors, where various vendors displayed their goods. Although the offerings seemed valuable to others, Alexander found them lacking and decided to explore the second floor in search of more promising items.

Across the room, Mr Mercer observes us like a chessboard. Liam slid between us, handing me a bidding paddle. “Lot 47 just moved up. They’re pricing your childhood home, I believe.” Kieran seizes my waist with his claws. “Bid, and you declare war.” I raise the paddle. “Good.” The auctioneer hit the gavel with a piercing sound. “One million to the lady in silver,” Then Vaughn's father whispered in his ear. The heir to the Roth family flashes silver eyes as he counters, “Two million.”

Grace’s jaw dropped and Matt’s eyes were wide as I explained the encounter in the bathroom. “That’s when I got pulled along with Mordecai and they were talking about the Fluorite stockpile.” Matt frowned, “Stockpile?” I nodded, “Fluorite had stores. Whoever’s controlling it has been auctioning It off. He mentioned Devereaux Botanicals buying the last obscura rosa and cannabis sativa. Another ton of aquaria flora went up for auction, but they didn’t say where. They mentioned Felix and his Warhammer contacts…” I looked at him, expecting him to explain. Matt smirked, “I’ll explain. Go on.”

Soheila sat on a chair in front the desk while the shop attendant sat on the desk's assignated chair. “May I see the items you're auctioning?” The shop attendant said with his back straightened, and his hand clasped together. “Yeah, sure.” Soheila waved her hand, and a bunch of porcelain bottles appeared on the desk. The shop attendant looked at the porcelain bottles in an astonishment. He never expected that young lady sitting in front of him would auction this many items, a bunch of porcelain bottles that he guessed that inside these bottles are pills. The Shop attendant picked one porcelain bottle, and bend his head to thoroughly check what pill is it, and to know what purity level of pil

"Let's wait and see. Once we confirm its origin, we'll figure out how to handle it." "That's the only thing we can do now." Aria nodded lightly. The auction was still in effect. Taking it by force would definitely compromise Farshya's image. They would never take their nation's image lightly. Instead, she pulled out her phone and discreetly snapped photos of the cauldron. "I'll send these to Madden. Maybe he can help." The auctioneer turned sideways. "Ladies and gentlemen, let the bidding begin. Given its extraordinary value, the price will start at five million Lirons!"

"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!”

This was the auction hall. A rotund man with a powdered wig and an overly perfumed presence stepped forward, addressing the assembled nobles who had filtered in from the arena. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice oily and practiced, "what a spectacle we've witnessed today! Such raw talent and untapped potential. A rare gem, indeed." He gestured toward me, and I felt the weight of countless eyes appraising me, not as a person, but as a commodity. "Shall we start the bidding at 500 gold pieces?" the auctioneer proposed.

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.