Novel & Cerita Potter Auction

A/N: This chapter has sensitive content. Nothing explicit or overly violent... yet. There will not be any need for the asterisk. The auction was well underway while Bernard watched them bring out child after child. He had done well in procuring his merchandise this time. The youngest one was a two year old little boy. He smirked at the child’s lifeless eyes as he was forced to look at the cameras. He was paraded out on a leash and collar for potential buyers to inspect. Like flies to honey the bids began to pour in. Bernard smirked in satisfaction when the number reached two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The auctioneer was having trouble keeping up with the incoming bids. Finally, afte

I turned to him and shared a look, a look I couldn’t decipher myself. But I knew it was standing somewhere between ‘Thank you’ and ‘I can speak for myself. He ignored me obviously. Trevor muttered something under his breath. I didn’t hear what he said and it looked like he wasn’t trying to make it reach my ear either. — The auction began with the antiques off sale first. My heart was seriously beating fast in my chest with the prices the auctioneer on stage was calling. Are these people crazy. Who would want a wooden spoon for a million bucks just because it was five hundred years old and a queen ate with it?

“Nah! That auction is for my father’s toys. It is the annual auction for him to choose a slave he could take as his pet. To be exact, his sex partner, because my mother couldn’t provide for him.” Keyller’s smile dropped. He had a bad premonition as he asked the Countess again. “An auction for a woman? Is that what you mean?” He remembered some time ago, Aoife asked him to attend an auction and it was similarly like this. That was the time he met Lot 520 aka Freesha.

"One hundred thousand." ​A ripple of confused whispers moved through the front rows. Tricey let out a sharp, indignant puff of air. "August! What on earth are you doing? Have you let this girl’s delusions infect your brain? It’s scrap metal!" ​"Two hundred thousand," August said, his commanding voice rumbled to silenced his mother instantly. ​The gavel hit. The burners were his. ​"And for the ceramic bowl," the auctioneer continued. "Starting at ten thousand."

I heard him heave a deep sigh while I just remain focused on the pastries that were almost done. “An auction will occur tomorrow at the Auction House, featuring a diamond ring that cost three hundred billion dollars.” “Do I seem to be interested in buying it?” I shot back this time meeting his gaze. “I got a tip that the poachers will be also there, targeting the item. It’s a good opportunity for you to meet them and witness everything with your two eyes, and if you’re lucky enough then you might meet the mastermind who will be present in the deal as well. ”

Fia sneered, too lazy to be bothered to look at him and only said mockingly, “Sir, you use your power to do whatever you wish. The auction was in progress, but it stopped all for your sake.” The person-in-charge knew that those who came to the auction were all people who could not be offended and immediately said, “Miss, please don’t get angry. Everything we are auctioning today are good things, and won’t disappoint you. We will even have pottery from the Ming Dynasty on auction which costs more than an entire city!” “Just start quickly!” Fia tucked the stray hair by her ear, her attitude indifferent. Compared to her adorable pair of children, her expression was terrible. However, she was be

He pulled his head up to me and responded sweetly, "I'm waiting for you. You have the paddle." "But haven't you liked anything yet?" I questioned. He shakes his head calmly, "Nothing to my liking so far. I'm quite too busy with Bethany right now. But if you want anything, you can bid, under my name." I smile at him. "I'm not much of an art fan." I say softly. Hugo smiles before turning back his attention to his daughter while I travelled my eyes back on stage. "£750, sold to Mr. & Mrs. Potter!" The auctioneer exclaims.

she said lightly, turning her attention back to the auction. “I am if it’s really the David.” “Oh, that one’s totally authentic.” Her face clouded, a tiny wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows, “Now that’s an interesting piece.” The auctioneer opened the bidding at $10,000 for some antique that seemed to get some interest from the witches. “10, to the gentleman in front. Do I hear ten five?” “Eleven,” a woman called out. A third and fourth bidder entered the game volleying between bids for what looked like a useless chalice.

The four of them were a little coterie. Dressed smartly in a suit, Wilson took a few glances affectionately at Beatrice as he bragged, “The auction of precious medicinal herbs this time is the most prestigious auction in South California. I heard that the items that will be put up for auction tonight are tonics, which are worth at least a million dollars, and many century-old medicinal herbs that can hardly be found in the market.” “Why?” Mona asked as she flitted her fake lashes while looking at Wilson.