Sold! To The Grizzly Don Novels & Stories

Some were crying their eyes out while others looked broken. Like me,they were all bleeding from the drag. Soon a guard came inside with a whip and dragged a timid looking girl,her brown eyes darted back and forth as the guard took her. From the room,I could hear a man’s voice shouting “fifty thousand dollars going once!!” “Going twice,gone!!” “Sold to Mr Beckett!!” After that, I could hear people applauding. The guard came inside the room again,he walked towards me. He dragged me out,he pushed me towards the stage.

I hit the button to take us down and looked over my shoulder. “By the way gentlemen, you have ten minutes to vacate the property. You are now trespassing. Any belongings you were keeping here have been packed and sent to your respective homes. Any people you may have been planning to meet after have been sent away without their usual pay, you may be hearing from them. Have a good day, we will be in touch.” Winston’s face paled again. His usual room had an array of BDSM toys that I don’t think his wife knows about. The rest of them just looked put out, like nothing else could be worse than losing our business. The best reaction was Eyler.

Thanks to the grumpy man, I wore decent clothing. “Young one, tell us about yourself, what pack were you and what do you do?” Said the man with a bald head. Should I answer them? The grumpy man said I should respect them. “My name is Raven Knight. I’m from New Zealand. My mother is Asian and my father is a native of NZ. I recently got my medical license.” “Hmm,” one of them humm. “You looked drunk.” “I was out partying when uhh…when I was kidnapped,” I answered straight.

Lucia couldn't hold herself any longer, she walked out of the ward. It was too much for her to behold. A young man of about twenty-nine years could be seen pacing around the spacious living room of the Gonzales residence. He was clad in a blue tuxedo and black shoes that screamed wealth. His short black hair was styled neatly, covering one part of his eyes. He would have been so handsome, if not for the thin mark, a scar, that ran on the left part of his cheeks, giving him a savage look. He had a beautiful pair of green eyes that reminded one of the green trees of the forest.

My fingers trembled and my body shook with emotions as I listened to the auctioneer list off my qualities. I tuned out his voice and my surroundings, keeping my head low and eyes downcast. But the moment the word ‘sold’ rang in the air my head snapped up in search of my buyer but I couldn’t pinpoint anyone. I was led off the stage and back to where the other girls waited to be called upon. The bald man stood to the side talking animatedly with another equally intimidating man. Their voices grew louder as I neared them. The man I did not know stopped talking as soon as he spotted me, “Is she the one?” The bald man nodded grimly, not even sparing me a glance.

“I present the find of the decade! The genuine American Wolf Boy! Raised by real timber wolves in the northern wilds! No tricks, no training—this is the real goddamn deal! Caught just six months ago after terrorizing loggers up near the Canadian border!” I understood more than they thought. Fragments of human speech had crawled back during the cages and the prodding. I knew they were selling me again. My body coiled. Weight on the balls of my feet. Shoulders loose. Ready to spring even though the chain would only let me get so far. Bids started low. Ten thousand from some Florida carnival. Fifteen from a private collector who wanted “something exotic” for his basement zoo. Twenty from a low-

It's owner had further raised his paddle in the air to signify dominance. The turn of events had left a deafening silence in the room. I had figured that the silence went beyond the well outrageous price but rather revolves around the personality who had bidded such an amount. “And there goes the plot twist from the Devil's Butcher, Fabri!” Vegas was back on his charge again. “$500,000 going once, going twice, going thrice!” “And beautiful lot number 84 has been Sold to The Butcher” He finished with an air of Finality, and the a round of applause followed.

Link or not, grizzly or not, she had to rescue Lexi. The rickety wheelhouse door creaked at her touch. Spare traces of sunlight filtered above the barren mountains, lighting her path as Alex trekked back to the house. She gathered her things in silence, contemplating her new arrangement with the grizzly. Jack showed up with only pants and shoes on. "We are going to have to leave quickly and take as much as we can. Now that this storehouse has been found, it can't be used again," he said. Alex didn't reply. She finished packing her things and then raided the cabinets for supplies.

Griff closed the distance between us, his gaze dropping to my lips. “Excuse me.” The sales assistant bustled toward us with a small stack of boxes. I narrowed my eyes and growled. “What?” “This arrived for you from an order you made from the Phileas Network,” she said with a sniff. “Our weapons.” Griff’s features broke into a broad grin. He took the boxes from the assistant and pulled me toward the fitting room. “Let’s see how many we can hide in our clothes.”

Bronton asked. "Yes. Yes I am the owner." Old Prisley said. "Good. Now this is going to be a quick business. I am already late for another meeting. She tolde the diner is a bit worn out. Not to worry, I have everything intentional of making something beautiful out of it. We had already agreed on the price." "Right. She told me you were offering two hundred and fifty thousand." Old Prisley said. "Yes, that is what I am offering." Bronton said.