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

“Isn’t that Shenzhen Nongke orchids?” “That’s two hundred thousand dollars per piece!” “D*mn so lucky!” “Prayer reveal!” “How to be Serra?” I hit Grip’s side using my elbow to get his attention. “This is expensive. You should have given it to me in cash!” I moped. This was so impractical! I would have been rich and be able to leave this place. I may sell this but I couldn’t. It came from Grip and the sentimental value is higher than its price.

“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!

He observed her exit the shop. 'I might reconsider if she makes an effort,' Gray mused, nonchalantly shrugging before turning to the shop owner. "Sir, are you prepared to pay $30,000.00 for the knife?" the owner inquired. "No, why would I? The woman withdrew her bid, so the auction is over," Gray replied. "What? BUT YOU PROMISED TO PAY 300 TIMES THE AMOUNT!" Gray glanced around and inquired, "Does your CCTV system record audio?" "No," the proprietor replied.

"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.”

"And you folks are the most expensive game I've ever tracked." Dr. Braun whimpered. "Please don't shoot! I'm just a tourist!" "Shut up," Sebastian stepped forward, shielding Braun and Harper. He looked at Jack. "You want the money, Jack?" "Or do you want to live?" Jack laughed. A dry, rasping sound. "Son, I've hunted grizzlies with a bowie knife. You think a city boy in a fancy coat scares me?" He raised his rifle. "Hands on your heads. Or I put a hole in the girl first."

“You already sold your daughter.” My breath hitched. “So we know about that,” he continued, his grip tightening, “we know you sold her off like she was nothing.” “I had to,” I rasped. He laughed. “You didn’t have to waste the money.” “I didn’t waste it,” I protested weakly. Another hit. This time to my face. I tasted blood immediately. “You call this not wasting it,” one of them said, gesturing around the room. “I’ll fix it,” I said again, my voice barely holding together.