The Auction Dramione Audiobook Novels & Stories

I did not want to hurt his feelings. "I am a trader of many things, Ms. Pamela but no, I do not dabble in human transaction, too much...how do you say it, emotional baggage," He said. Artem moved closer to Dwayne and whispered into his ear. Dwayne nodded and shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips and it got me curious. "The auction is about to start," Dwayne announced and turned back to the way we came. Even Pierre followed us. I was not interested in going back there as the woman I had met earlier was still on my mind.

I muttered to myself as the entire room was so noisy and my ears hurt as a result of it. I heard a voice ring out, "This is the next item up for auction. A beautiful young woman, in the prime of her life. Who will make the first bid?” My heart started pounding in my chest as I couldn't believe what was happening. I was up for sale? I struggled to free myself and I heard the auctioneer's voice ring out again. "This young woman is a valuable commodity. She's beautiful, intelligent, and healthy. She would make an excellent addition to any household. I'm starting the bidding at $500,000. Who will make the first bid?”

Once I settled down beside her, I immediately started looking around for Damien. Like a magnetic pull, our eyes found each other barely a few seconds later. I paused when he winked at me but looked away as a man in a dark suit took over the microphone, an indication that the auction was about to start. The bidding starts at the lower price and everyone immediately joins in to start bidding. I had no money and frankly no interest so, I was content with watching my mate, who seemed so interested in the auction however.

Julia leaned down beside him and whispered something in his ear. His expression changed, and he listened so closely to what she was saying that he lowered his paddle, getting up from the chair. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. “Vaughn?” He did not even look at me to see how desperate I was not to want him to leave me. The auctioneer laughed nervously into the microphone. “Looks like our final gentlemen are serious. Perhaps the winner may even get a kiss tonight.” Laughter spread through the crowd, but that only made my stomach tighten and bile slowly come up my throat.

My breath caught again, that familiar sense of awe creeping over me. I felt Mr. Price lean closer, his voice low and unsettling. “Why don’t you place a bid, kayla? Show the room what you’re capable of.” the stench of alcohol from his breath engulfing me like a plague. My hand trembled slightly, but I raised it, my heart pounding as the auctioneer acknowledged my bid. The moment felt surreal, the dizziness from the champagne mixing with the thrill of the auction. I was sitting too close to Mr. Price, too aware of Tristan’s eyes on me, and too caught up in the madness of it all to care.

she uttered plainly. “What about when you made me deliver drugs? I hadn’t cheated on your son then, had I?! You traffic drugs and humans too?! That’s the most—” She didn’t even look at me — just waved for them to gag me. “ She keeps spewing nonsense.Humans sell better when they’re quiet. Pity the baby’s gone — double profits wasted.” she said, turning to leave the hospital room. --- It was finally the day of the auction. “And now, we are presented with a human who looks a little unkempt right now, but with a little care from her owner, she would be as good as new,” the host’s voice rang over the speakers in what seemed like a dungeon used for illegal gambling.

Tonight, they came to hunt. On the stage were a line of objects, big to small statues. A sword said to have belonged to a king. Diamonds so large they looked unreal, each of them waiting for its turn under the hammer with the words, ”Going…gone!” The crowd watched as the auctioneer’s voice rang out, fierce and loud, the price climbing with every nod of a head, every lift of a hand. One by one, treasures disappeared into the possession of men who hardly blinked at the numbers. “Lot Thirty-Two,” the auctioneer called, adjusting his cuffs as two assistants carried out a painting draped in red velvet. “A masterpiece from the lost collection of….”

Chapter 46 Nina’s POV The auctioneer’s gavel hovered mid-air. Thirty million going once. My eyes stayed squeezed shut. Stage lights seared through my eyelids like branding irons. The crowd’s roar pressed against my skull, a living thing hungry for blood. I waited for the final strike. For the number that would seal me into someone’s possession. Then a new voice sliced through the noise. Cold. Precise. Familiar. “She will be mine forever. Fifty million dollars.”