Sold! To The Grizzly Don Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I asked, my tone dripping with condescension. The man took a deep breath before blurting out his request. "My daughter, Gracie. She's a werewolf, but her abilities have been cloaked by someone I know not. I can no longer afford to keep her and take care of her, so I'm looking to sell her to the highest bidder," he said, his voice shaking with desperation.

he barked. “From now on, the bead belongs to Harvey York! 1.3 billion dollars! Sold!” The auctioneer knocked his gavel three times. Now, the bead was officially Harvey’s. Everyone thought Harvey would run with his tail between his legs after being threatened… However, he decided to show his Black Card instead.

How did others find it? “How they found you, I don’t know,” Grisha answered, “but I didn’t lose you. At least for a long time. I was determined to avoid his gaze, but when I heard this, I raised my eyes to the wolfhound. He took off the dusty motorcycle jacket he was wearing in the yard and probably left it somewhere downstairs, as well as his precious pistols with silencers. A wrinkled white T-shirt hid the tattoo of a wolf's head on his chest, once the well-known brand of the master of the city. Although I don't know... Maybe he brought her out already. Burned out along with the skin. Everything can be.

The man walked forward to me rooming his eyes round me like he was scanning me, he had a dirty blonde hair with brown-orbed eyes that directly told he would murder you in a second; he had his hair gelled to the back in a sleek way. “This would do a little. Get it dressed up to attract buyers even if it’s obviously at a cheap price” he uttered in a husky deep voice. My eyes widened at his recklessI felt my heart shatter in pieces, did I hear correct? They were going to sell me? In the next few hours, I would be put up for sale. “What? No, you don’t get to sell me. You are committing an illegal and criminal offence. I’m going to report you to the police if you don’t let me go right now!” I yel

“Exhibit B. Britney O’Shea, twenty-one years old with a wolf that bears a rare color. Copper red and black, gentlemen. A worthy woman for the night if you ask me. Let’s start at a bid of—” “Thirty million” Some guy seated with a white mask at the middle of the room shouts. Brit is looking at him too and when the bald guy says ‘sold’, she smiles like she indeed won the jackpot. The lights are on me, my body is tingling all over I can barely hold it together. “Now the best for the last. Exhibit C- “ “A hundred million”, Someone cuts the bald guy off. Everyone gasps, my eyes are searching for my buyer. When I find him…they are seated all at the same table with different masks.

The despair got to me, and I went mad after that, turning into a feral rogue. The Moon Goddess had shown me mercy, as Hebathi, a powerful healer elf, the last of her kind, had stumbled upon me. She healed the shattered pieces of my mind but told me the truth I couldn’t bear: my wolf was gone, deadened by grief. She tried to revive him, but it was hopeless—I was hopeless.