Novel & Cerita The Auction Dramione Audiobook

"Please return to your seats. The auction will resume shortly. If you cause another disturbance, we won't be so lenient next time." Damian had no choice. Swallowing his pride, he led Eve and Sophia back to their seats. With that brief commotion behind them, the auction moved forward. After securing the painting, Amelia found nothing else particularly interesting. She remained seated, hoping something suitable for Jessica might pop up. She wanted to buy Jessica a gift. Eventually, the auction drew to a close. Just as Amelia rose to leave, a mocking laugh rang out behind her. “The junk you overpaid for isn't worth a dime. You've got ‘sucker' written all over you," Moss sneered.

He tries again, louder,e more desperate while scanning the room like a trapped animal. “Anyone? Ten million—do I hear ten-one? Ten-five? Anyone?” Chairs creak. Eyes drop. No one even pretends to lift a hand. The rogues who were clawing over each other to bid two minutes ago can’t look in my direction now probably because of my reputation. The auctioneer’s voice cracks a final time. “No… no counterbids.” I smirk triumphantly because these fucking pigs are so predictable. "Sold!" The auctioneer's voice is too loud. "To Mr Black in booth seven for ten million dollars!"

he growls, pissed at me too. "Sold!" Cameron says and hits his stupid little hammer. I cross my arms and slouch down, trying to keep myself in check. Why can't I get just one fucking win? Just one, that's all I ask for. This was perfect, this could've been the beginning of the new era, but that old cunt had to ruin it. When the auction is over, I get surrounded. Rocky, Nico, Noah and Hope are all talking over each other, ripping me a new asshole for this. Ivanna and Bobbie are just looking.

“She’s not up for auction.” The woman smiled again, slow and wicked. “Then let’s make it one.” The room fell silent. Damian took a long breath. Celeste couldn’t read his face. But then he nodded. “Fine.” A single snap echoed through the chamber. Lights shifted. The audience quieted. And just like that, Aurora was up for bidding. The platform turned slowly as she remained on her knees. Her thighs spread. Her eyes wide. Her breath shaky. Celeste held her leash tighter, grounding her.

"Dustin, Tell me." "Do you want the good news or the bad news first," Dustin immediately answers. "Good news first," Ariadne says. F*ck knows she needs some. "I managed to set up an appointment between you and the Doctor. I'll send you the details. Don't be late. She doesn't like that," Dustin answers. "The bad news?" Ariadne asks, clenching her ass cheeks in preparation. "The Auction House is up and running again. Your threat didn't last as long as you hoped," Dustin says. "The next sale is in two days."

I walked like I owned the whole stage, a supermodel like what our Manager told us to do if we really want to market ourselves. And I can hear claps from the audience, it’s working. But while doing this auction, the nervousness in my chest still didn't disappear. I know how hard it will be after tonight. “Six million!” another guy offered. "Wow, six million! That's a lot. And it seems that no one can defeat six million. We are going to close the deal—" “Fifty million dollars.”

Instead, she held her shoulders firm and her head up high, reminding herself that she couldn't cause a scene right now. "Going for $5,000..." The spokesman announced with his microphone, and the audience erupted. "I'll take it for $10,00”." A voice from the audience chimed, and another round of uproar and booing erupted. Brielle's mind immediately transported her to the night Lord Darius had purchased her at Mr. Shawn’s auction ring. The bid was similar to this one, but the amount called here was much higher. One part of her wished she could close her eyes, and when she opened them, Lord Darius would appear from nowhere, swooping in to save her like a knight in shining armor.

I try to make sense of it, but his unpredictability leaves me more uncertain than ever. Emcee: "What a thrilling conclusion to this spectacular auction. We’ve just witnessed the bidding of a lifetime! Remember, all proceeds will go directly toward advancing Orion's AI project—an initiative that promises to make mental healthcare more accessible and effective for all. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your generous contributions and your continued support we look forward to what we can achieve together moving forward." The music starts—a soft, romantic waltz that fills the air with a sense of elegance and grace. I glance at Leo, still sitting beside me. His expression is unreadable, but wh

"Twenty-two!" The numbers were flying now. Ayla felt the cage shake as the Auctioneer walked around it, tapping the bars with his golden cane. "Imagine this face at your dinner table," the Auctioneer teased the crowd. "Imagine the envy of your rivals. Twenty-five million, going once..." "Thirty million!" "Thirty-five!" The room was a frenzy. The heat was becoming unbearable. Ayla leaned her forehead against the bars, her eyes stinging behind the velvet. She wanted to scream, to rail against the injustice of being sold like a dog, but her throat remained locked, a silent prison.

A thin string of wetness already stretched from her pussy to the carpet. She closed her eyes. Breathed deep. Tried to calm the shake in her thighs. The music changed. Deeper. Darker. A smooth male voice filled the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen… the auction is about to begin. Lot seven is next. Fresh. Untouched tonight. One month of unrestricted use. No mercy required.” Lena’s breath caught. The door opened again. Two men stepped in. Big. Silent. One grabbed the leash. The other took her elbow.