Sold! To The Grizzly Don Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the green Victorian couch and plumped to it's seat. He stared at her for a few seconds but just shrugged his shoulders and continued to where he left off. The girl ignored him and kept chewing a gum. She was trying to form a bubble when a sudden pop! from it stopped her. A parrot came and flew over as it teasingly poked it's beak on the gum. It let out a mocking laugh as it flew away across the room. It landed on top of a gentleman's shoulder, wearing a skintight suit in chestnut color and leather boots. He was smirking as if to hide the laughter he's holding in, and brushed his slicked brown hair with his hand. A thin, silver metallic headband wrapped

“Alpha Devon., if you want her, you can have her. The judge said. My heart pounded against my chest, my hands were trembling as tears streamed down my face as I expected the worst. “Scarlet White, you have been sold as a slave to Alpha Devon of the Bloodmoon pack!

"Hello, Boss" "What is it Ramirez" i asked looking at my waitress. "Boss, there's bad news, our Merch, got siezed at the border" A boiling fury swelled inside me "What!" "Yes Boss" "What the hell do you mean?" I grimaced. "It's at the gringos custody, it didn't pass the border" I clenched my fist and pulled my gun out of its hostler holding it firmly in my hands. I raised questioning brows and a confused expression appeared on my face, those merchandise were properly hidden, I inspected them myself "How did those fucking Gringos get to know about my merch"

Squatting down to the dog's level, Joseph engaged in a one-sided conversation, seeking solace in the act. "Goldie, do you think I could take over the werewolf pack? What if I end up being cast out, just like what happened to my father 25 years ago?" Joseph's gaze met Goldie's, as if the dog held the answers to the unspoken questions that haunted his mind. Goldie responded with a bark, a simple acknowledgment that offered no reassurance.

“Mate.” His eyes wavered, changing quickly from its beautiful blue color to a brown one and back. She knew it was his wolf fighting to come out. The name-calling had worked. However, before she could say a word, he jumped out through the nearest window, transforming into a large white Lycan as he disappeared into the woods.

The auctioneer raised the microphone, his voice sharp, controlled, and commanding echoing through the grand hall with a precision that left no room for doubt. “Twenty million dollars, bid by Mr. De Luca. Do I hear any higher bid?… No? Then it is confirmed. Sold! Twenty million dollars, from Mr. De Luca. The transaction is complete, and that is officially secured. Mr. De Luca, the responsibility of this acquisition is now yours.”

"What did you put on your skin?." My heart dropped. "Rider?" The sound of his name on my lips seemed to snap him out of the trance. The gold vanished from his irises, replaced by cold, steel gray. He stood up abruptly, backing away from the bed as if I were a venomous snake. He ran a hand through his dark hair, looking furious. "You’re using a scent blocker? Or some kind of pheromone enhancer?" "What?" I sat up, clutching the silk sheet to my chest. "No! I’m not using anything. It’s just me."

My message was terse, final: 【This set. Sell immediately. Liquidate. Donate every cent to the Sunrise Pediatric Rehab Center.】 【Estimated market value exceeds $500,000. Are you sure?】 【Looking at it makes me sick. Get rid of it. Yesterday.】 【...Okay.】

he said. “You can’t promise that. But you can promise not to make decisions for me.” His expression tightened. “I can promise to try.” It wasn’t a perfect answer. It was honest, and for now, that mattered more. Enzo turned his laptop toward us. “Arthur’s vehicle disappeared near the old warehouse district, but I found something else. A transfer made three years ago from a Russo shell company to a private security firm. The payment was marked as a relocation expense. The recipient’s name is Elena Voss.”

As he left the crowd, he heard the auctioneer clear his throat and start the next sale. “Hey!” Jackson paused at Sunglasses voice behind him. He turned to see Sunglasses and N17M115 walking up behind him. “Hey, just a fair warning for you.” Sunglasses leaned in closer. Jackson stood still, if he stepped back now it would be as big a defeat as if he’d let the man buy C36M657. “Get it tested before you fuck it. The wolf’s previous owner was never too careful with it.” The words were whispered in Jackson’s ear.